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Aye, the Grove of Hive and Hollow
As found in The LootLark’s Bedtime Rhymes & Fireside Folklore
{
Aye be the Grove of Hive and Hollow
No map can mark it there
Yet on the full moon
O’ the fifth fortnight
Adventurers can find it where
They seek their top treasure
And to the quest they must be true
For in this grove
Lay a hive and a hollow
To set their follow through.
Forewarned be thee, Adventurer
The grove’s blade cuts both ways
It’s trees will not be familiar
Yet those who dally remark
They flower yet
Bear not fruit
No leaves to identify, nor bark
Yet shade for days they will provide
And knots by the pair in dark
Will open when
Your back does turn
To reckon as you embark
To the nave of this loose thicket
Where lies a humble hollow in stone
Of an ancient stone
Be it hewn
To the Sages, this is know
In this hollow is what you seek
For the grove has made it so
It leads you there
And seeds in there
The fruit your heart hath sown
Now, The Master of Mead and Honey
Will note a beehive thinks as one
Drones to work
A queen to lay
Their job is never done
But the grove controls this hive
Bee and trees are of one mind
They always protect
They ever expand
To this, the grove has them aligned
Forewarned be thee, Adventurer
The grove’s blade cuts both ways
To the Adventurer who quests unwavering
But finds their seek in need
In the hollow of stone
Set alone
An oracle, the grove will seed
And set its hive to lead your way
As bees can find home from afar
Follow the hive
Then oracle’s guide
As the door to your quest be now ajar
If free you roam, knowing not your quest
Fear not, just make your leave
But loiter here
On divided heart
And the grove will tether your lead
To pull you forth to the seeded hollow
Where lies a fruit so fine in taste
Forget yourself
You will not heed
Nor stop, but eat it whole in haste
Forewarned be thee, Adventurer
The grove’s blade cuts both ways
You have marked yourself
The deed’s done
The hive sets out in a craze
As you reach the crossing from grove to not
The hive encircles – sets sting to skin
Your feet turn-out roots
Your arms become limb
And two knots hold your eyes within
Aye, be the Grove of Hive and Hollow
}
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