Ahhh the Gnomes
Those terrible Gnomes...

Tiny sapling so full
Outstretched branches opening wide...

Longed to hear
Heart knew it true...

Solemn vow given
Made with truest intent...

Oblivion turns it head
A weeping babe is born...

I know not what to do
Heart I have given...

What have I done?
What can I do...

Wandering lost in this forest
Weaving through branches and thistle...