A Mother Scorned, Magic Forlorn

by SiriusOryon

Many a mortal may mumble mutsy’s concerning The Enchanted Lands

Against mortals Nature was not gutsy, swallowed by time’s ephemeral sands


Somewhat true and somewhat not true, and I will tell you why ‘til my face is blue


Yes there was magic and yes there still is magic, but much of it is now gone

Because mortals have killed all that was revealed, serving the dark forces strong


You see magic lived in the rivers, in the mountains, in the forests with all the trees

It twinkled in the stars, gave rides before cars and rode the backs of bumble bees


But mortals made a choice, against magic’s enchanted voice and sided with all sorceries

Alchemy, an insatiable greed birthed a monstrous seed, dark magic known as industries


All in the name of advancement, the magic of Nature never needed no enhancement


Advance to what? A cancer in the mortal gut? A money whore and gold digging slut?

Treacherous technology, burns all the books and anthology to put silicone in your butt


This the mortal prefers over the singing of beautiful but now extinct magical birds

And the mortal is a slave to his own treacherous words, off to the slaughter in herds


Mortal sorcery over Nature’s magical mysteries, have not you learned from your folly?

Absolutely not, mortals continue to multiply the rot, a disease killing the tree Holly


The mortal alchemist a sucker to his own selfishness and he cannot see the hell this is


Magic indeed again will return, rising from its own ashes the greedy mortal burned

Mother Nature spurned, mortals taking what they did not earn and refuse to ever learn


It would be sad if the defiance was not so bad, the Enchanted dead have all tears cried

Waste not want not ignored, Nature’s wrath mortals can’t afford, and alas She sighed


That which was killed must foot the bill for what it didn’t steal, this mortals cannot feel

But soon they will, the tomb unsealed, a fury toward mortal law, it shall be repealed


Don’t blame the magic for giving to the mortal the fruit of his reckless unyielding havoc

For he begged it true when he hunts the rabbit and bragged it himself a maverick


What goes around comes around; mortal’s ship runs aground on the shore a ghost town

It can’t see what surrounds, because it didn’t see the magic in the grounds it downed


That wasn’t gold you found in the ground, you didn’t hear the sound of magic frown

Greater than Nature is your fancy nomenclature; Magic will laugh at the mortal clown