Hollow hills,
Beneath my feet.
Moles tunnel unevenly.
They weave a labyrinth,
From earth and stone.
Painting it with dust,
And dwarf diamonds.
Hollow hills,
Beneath my feet.
Moles tunnel unevenly.
They weave a labyrinth,
From earth and stone.
Painting it with dust,
And dwarf diamonds.
Sylvan Secrets 