Beauteous
cloak that the Earth mother wore in that time,
Was
fresh and sparkling with greens, bright, dark, olive and lime.
And
her bounties were many, glowing with the magic of love
As
creatures began to stir, on land and in the sky above.
Monstrous
giants roamed, unicorns came with magical horns,
Short,
fat dwarves dug in hills. Elves and sprites in forests were born.
Winged
horses flew in the sky, over minotaurs, half bull, half man;
Sparkling
fairies on gossamer wings flew freely through the land.
But
all of these are legend. Now, mythical creatures of forgotten times
Remembered,
only at bedtime in children's stories and rhymes.
The
fantasy of that long gone era is lost in the drudge of our days;
We've
forgotten their magical mystery, so they've simply faded away.
Some
of us mourn for the loss, that man has suffered in his pride
Most
don't know what they miss. Its an unnamed ache deep inside.
That
nothing, here on earth can fill, in this mundane third dimension.
Man's
chased the magic from his life, although it wasn't his intention.
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