There's a land that lies

East of the sun and west

Of the moon

Though it doesn't exist maybe

Some call it home

Some call it prison

Some call it a necessary job

Nyamh, not Ebba

Lost her bear to a lie

Driven by a mother, a troll

And a witch

A lie molded from wax

Bordered with snow

Weave a tale

Across the sea

Rose finds her

Bear, the story's all

Told but one chapter


It's for you to tell

Their happily ever after may

Turn into a sad ending

Venture or a dull

But safe tale

So tell the story to

Yourself it is your

Secret and your

Treasure so

Keep it safe

East of the sun

West of the moon.

Maybe it exists.

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