A Latin assignment. We had to use certain derivitive words.

In these sacred
Ancient
Woods,
There lives a
Sylvan-
A spirit of ages.

She slips
In and out
Of your
Reality.

Everyday
You smell the scent
Of her
Boiling
Bubbling
Cauldron.

She causes the birds flight
To become erratic.
She changes the blazing Summer
To the frigid Winter.

She wishes no harm
To those that are good,
Only to those that are pure
Temerity.

Her soul seems
Repellant to
All
Evil.

Rivulets slither
Off of her being
As she cries
For this broken world.