I searched high, I searched low, there was no key
The faeries helped, the pixies helped, but they didn't see
I searched in the valley's I searched in the hills
I searched in the mountains and even land fills
I searched the branches that held the crows
I searched the water and how it flows
No key, no key shouted thee
it was not mine to see
in open fields and skies of blue
I thought oh no this can't be true
Where flowers bloom in fields of green
the sacred key could not be seen
I said please wait, they did not hear
they hurried forward with such fear
pages yet to unfold were left behind
and still the key I could not find.
When the last tear fell, she mounted her mighty dragon named Storm as the white wolf, Pixie, Sky the miniature dragon, Hugo the winged wildcat and her
enchanted friends lead the way to the portal of Swirling rainbow colors and mist.
There is a place that quietly calls out to kindred spirits far and wide. It is a realm of enchantment and wondrous things, of kindness, compassion and
love, of laughter and tears. We call it The Shed. Beyond the mundane, chaos, doom and gloom of existence lies a Kingdom of soaring dragons, elves,
wizards and many mysterious creatures and beings.
Here we gather to tell tales, chat with each other and share our daily lives.
Welcome one and all! If you have found your way here, it is because you belong here and you are home. I pronounce thee all Sheddites of The
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