Apr 10, 2009


Whence the time of magic,
the time of song and spell.
Whence the dragons, demons,
where do wizards dwell.
Technomagic in their place,
pushed them off the earth.
Man's disbelief has edged them out,
creating a deadly dearth.
Mystic secrets, lost to time,
and yet, there's scrolls to be read.
Glimpses of another, lost age,
their authors old and dead.
Senseless to pursue them,
secrets hidden in lost time.
Another magic is the law,
one of reason, not of rhyme.
Druid, Mayan, Priest of Pan,
whence your gods today.
Sleeping and waiting comes a reply,
awaiting another day.
Technology, he is suicidal,
his age will surely pass.
The ancient laws will ring true,
their force unleashed at last.
Will i live to know this
as the man i am now.
Will i have to die again,
then come back to ground.
Ancient graves are silent,
to this they've no reply.
They will share some secrets,
but not if i will die.
All is subject to rebirth,
kin to the magic we had.
Fear thee not the specter death,
rejoice, instead be glad.
Swollen clouds of poison,
the mushrooms angry spite,
will usher in our rebirth,
herald a new light.
Memories lost return anew,
the circle is complete.
Ending and beginning,
where mind and magic meet.

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  1. very nice beliving in fantasy keeps you young

  2. I love the atmosphere and the message of this poem!

  3. Looks like we will be having dueling dragon poems! :) Seriously, awesome poem here, my friend, well done!

    Hmmm... as to the thinking of the poem, let's just say that techonology is stretching mankind's analytical thinking ability, moving away from instinctual fear to a reasoning thinking.

    Eventually, mankind moves up to intuitive and spiritual thinking levels. Then the ageless knowledge is available and seen. Until then, it remains hidden - when mankind, collectively, is ready for the awesome responsibility of such power.