The Days were dark, the land was dead; <br />no seed had grown the drought had spread. <br />The land once had a river that was diamond <br />clear and her waters would spray as she ran <br />in the weir. Fish would leap and there was food <br />for all, but now a black cloud had fallen and the age <br />of myth had built a wall.The green and beauty <br />had all gone out, everything was dry and the land <br />was full of drought. Did a witch or a warlock cast a <br />magic spell, or was it a fiery red dragon that had <br />sprung from hell. <br />The land once had a Unicorn that stayed close to <br />an illuminous blue pool, and when he skipped around <br />pink and green hues of mercury flowed from the water <br />fall.This water fall was once the spring of life, but <br />now it was just want and strife. The land was barren <br />and the people cried; the food had all gone and <br />the children died. This mythical tale is not one of <br />old; it is happening today in our very own fold. <br />Children are starving because of drought and war <br />but there must be someone out there that will open <br />the right door.A poem that has been written in the past <br />tense; is your brain like fog, thick and dense.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fog-and-myth/
