Lyre Under The Leaves
by Sinister Voice
The storyteller's gaze slowly passed over his audience - for a moment he closed his eyes, his horn alight with an eerie green glow that soon covered the book in front of him. Pages turned for a moment and he openend his eyes again.
"Well, well, well, my little ponies. Let me tell you a story - a story of a young lyrist who found a most unusual audience for her music", he smiled. "Let me tell you of a Lyre Under The Leaves."
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