The dawn of a new age approches, <br />the light of the old era fades. <br />Ways of the old are now forsaken, <br />like the pass of the elven glades. <br /> <br />There is no place for magic, <br />for magic there is no hope. <br />Books are its last remenance, <br />for no where else can it cope.<br /><br />Mandy Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magic-fadings/
