Once upon a time, long before rhyme

All animals, like birds were hunted with no words

Taken and eaten by a animal with spears and many tongues

Once upon a time, there was a grove

Hawken's Grove 

Over looked by the eye, no creature presumed to die

Hidden in the trees, guarded by bees

Tis something lost but found.

Around the grove were thick trees scarred with the loss of their familiars

Ents they called them, pure hard wooden killers

They guarded the birds that slept soundly there

They stopped stung men that even dared

Their feathers were beautiful and their flesh was fine.

No wonder why they'd gone with time.

The grove is still there as well as the Ents

It as seen protected by fence.

The phoenixes are gone

Long lost their song

But one will always prove this wrong.