warning shot

Here did lie a work of great importance. That is until the forest blew a breath and its fallen brother rose to allow it to slip through the pain of protective glass and yet another of its fallen brothers. A gust of great evil entered my home and swallowed this paper whole. You see if I had another way , I would let the woodland stand and pen my works in the sand . But hell, recall that pained glass upon the sill. Now I tremble, quiver and quake as I resign my pen to mother natures will.