From a time when pixies played with fairies
and Oberon was king,
I hear the whistle of ocean spouts
skip over babbling waves
in a language we no longer embrace.
In that time before time,
in lands said to have never existed,
earth diffused unpolluted maternal breath
The Kraken governed oceanic tides
and titans ruled their domains absolute.
Monsters were real and feared as gods,
giants walked beside pigmies,
and witches lived deep in forests,
haunted and far away from prying eyes.
The Renaissance split the world
into a new age of grand expression
unchallenged into the forever.
Myths were genuine.
Legends spoke of ancient lost lands,
a divine chalice, a golden fleece
bad luck and broken backs.
An ailing history
Mechanical works cast us away,
industry rebuilds Camelot as pyramids of steel
beneath an achromatic cloud of burnt coal.
The Dutchman sails into forever.
Under a malefic cloak of technology,
biodegraded oceans boil,
emaciated trees petrify,
color bleeds monochrome wastelands.
Evolution migrates, and forgets.