• Id:

    70ef8beb70a5fe0efa85e261a593060a87aaa44baa53cff6367fb699eb84b66d
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  • Prompt:

    robin hood

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    Whispers of Sherwood
  • Description:

    The image features a man dressed in a black robe, standing in a forest with trees surrounding him. He appears to be a character from a fantasy game or story, possibly a wizard or a knight. The man's attire and the forest setting evoke a sense of mystery and adventure, as he seems to be on a mission or embarking on a journey. The environment is rich with details, such as the trees and the man's clothing, which contribute to the overall atmosphere of the scene.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Whispers of Sherwood
    Tags: Folk, Troubadour, Mysterious
    
    [Intro]
    Whispers in the wind, shadows in the trees
    A black-cloaked figure walks with ease
    
    [Verse 1]
    Deep in the woods where the moonlight hides,
    A man in black with silent strides
    Not just a thief, a tale retold,
    A rebel’s heart, so brave and bold
    
    [Chorus]
    Robin of the shadows, forest-born and free
    Justice is your arrow, truth your legacy
    Through mist and myth, you right the wrongs
    With bow and wit, you lead the throngs
    
    [Verse 2]
    The greenwood breathes beneath your feet
    The hush of leaves, your secret beat
    A wizard’s calm, a knight’s true flame
    They fear your mask, but praise your name
    
    [Pre-Chorus]
    And when the moon is full and bright,
    You rise to strike in dead of night
    
    [Chorus]
    Robin of the shadows, forest-born and free
    Justice is your arrow, truth your legacy
    Through mist and myth, you right the wrongs
    With bow and wit, you lead the throngs
    
    [Bridge]
    They called you outlaw, marked your head,
    But you walk where angels fear to tread
    In every stolen coin you give,
    A thousand broken souls now live
    
    [Refrain]
    Ride, ride through the bramble and thorn,
    Where legends fade and hope is born
    
    [Outro]
    So sing the trees and sing the brook,
    Of the hooded ghost the tyrants shook
    One day he'll vanish, lost in the wood—
    But never forgotten, brave Robin Hood
    
    [End]