[Lady Jag]

The Age of Unbelieveing

We’ve come to an Age of Unbelieving Where all the magic’s gone out of the world No more do the Good Folk Dance in the Hollow Hills No more the banshee’s song Echoes lamentatious trills… All thanks to that fiend Newton And that dreadful man Voltaire The Headless Horseman no longer rides- All Dragons have retreated to their lairs. In the day and age of Ipods Of hybrid SUV’s Of computer graphic systems With Intel Celeron D Hi-tech toys every Christmas Outdated as they’re new We are lost in an Age of Unbelieving If things aren’t tangible they can’t be true! Megan Lacey

[MHGinTN]

What a fabulous poem!