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
Creatures divided into
Masters and soulless tools
Disavowing the altars
Of shrines built by human hand
This is where we take shelter
In a dream of 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
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