A season’s resting, breast steadied unto cessation
Fallow field no oats sewn, regrown creaking shyly to life
Eagerly showing, branches limbs teased from stone
Reposed most boldly, muscles shining waxy with oils
Fields glowing with mithril dew, cobwebs jewelled
Spiders a confusion of opals and rubies
Unamused by movements of troopers
Evercloser sounds: shooting, looting, enthused misrule.
Alchemisland 
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