Come close, I’ll tell you a secret
There’s a place, that nobody knows Follow the butterfly, see where he goes Down the willow garden Through the weeping sea Up, on the mountain top The place will be Next to the ice, where dead men sleep Tread carefully, make sure to creep If you wake, the forgotten souls You too, will join them, lost, and alone Tread in the willow garden, through the soft marsh Do not drink from the river, even if your tongue is dry It may seem appetizing but I swear, the water is harsh If you do not heed my warnings, then surely, your neck will hang high The butterfly will guide you, his colors bright But do not dawdle, his temper his slight Keep your eyes on the path, and do not waver If your eyes slip, you’ll perish I wager By: Nicolas Crafton - 11th grade
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Madeline PowersI am a NC sophomore, with a passion for writing and photography. I plan to study at NYU and get a degree in journalism. I hope to one day become a travel journalist. Archives
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