A Dream of Wilderness

In the days of yore The spirits roamed the earth and sky Teeming with meaning A world of gods and magic rites Then knowledge gave laws To all as well as means to rule Creature divided into Masters and souless tools Disavowing the alters Of shrines build by human hands This is where we take shelter In a dream a wild homeland They go their own way under The aegis of an alliance Behind the ruthless struggle A fable of beastly choirs Dive in the woods, the ivy is starting to coil Round your feet, rising up from the soil Out of time, in this liminal space One must get lost to discover unknown ways We are there, on the edge of an ontological shift Lingering on the threshold To release or to tighten the grip On the wonders we behold Or shall we now drain the sea? To find something left to dig up underneath? Grieve because never the world Will be enchanted again Two lost paths clearing a third One last nostalgic lament The conquering lords have reigned The gods and magic are dead Rejoice because what remains Is a whole new tale to tell