Trip into the unknown Goldberry was sitting on Star he was cantering, carefully picking his way between the trees. He was a wonderful horse, so smooth and caring. He stopped in a clearing of the woods. Goldberry saw a small glittering pond. She dismounted star and walked slowly towards the pond and sat down. In the darkness of the night Goldberry was sitting by the pond of moonlight. She looked pale against the blackness of the sky, the moon shinning wearily on her face. Goldberry looked into the pond and saw pond weed floating on top moving slightly in the cool night breeze. A power inside Goldberry that she had never felt before was running through hTrip into the unknown
Woods at nightI rode in to the woods at night There before me was a magic carpet of bluebells to my delight, I changed direction, and shadows crept peering in my face Mist swirled around and around me.Woods at night
The trees reach out with witch like fingers pulling at my hair, Their barks contorted like grotesque hags cackling faces Leaves are swirling around my ride Roots are lifting determined to take control.
Now I am on foot, my horse darkened away On and on I went, until I stood in a patch of toadstools Pickings one up I hesitantly take a bite I fell blank and once again I appeared at
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