She walked through the forest,
No purpose propouned,
Curious and careless
She followed a sound.
She stepped through the woods
And a dark swamp was found,
Wet and warm
Laid the mud all around.
As she walked in,
Vines kept out world bound,
A safe sanctuary
The swamp had compound.
When she bathed in mud,
Her heart beat aloud,
And with moss in her head
Was the swamp queen crowned.
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