Here, There and Everywhere

The places in which one can find folklore

Here, there, and everywhere
Ancient lore wanders and grows
Along winding woodland paths
And worn cobblestone streets
Under full moon and lamplight glow

With the ghost of winter moaning
Though gnarled, barren branches
And the pines and maples dance
In many a haunted forest and glen
Where stepping off the path spells doom

A happy dagger hovers in an honored place
In words spoken before warming fires
Where tales of woe and warning
Pass from one generation to next
Across the centuries and ages

Ghosts and spirits linger in many a hollowed hall
Roaming echoes of lives lived and lost
Waiting for their stories to be told
Battlefields echo with the sounds of cannon fire
And the smell of smoke

Cities are lost beneath the waves
While phantom ships haunt the oceans
Doomed to never see safe harbor again
And hidden treasure remains lost to the living
Buried beneath the sands of time

So many tales that have been told
With the weight to guide their listeners
If you know the places to look
Such bountiful lore can easily be found
Here, there, and everywhere

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