Gone are the Myths

The fairies fly away saddened

The mermaids leave their solitary rocks in the sea

The Sphinx leaves her post of guarding secrets

The Hounds of the Hunt crawl, tails between their legs, their blood chilling howls no longer echoing through the valleys

All because of this New age and time

Where trust is no longer put in the elements

When we, the humans who kept them alive with our stories and songs, have forgot them

When no longer 'round the campfire do we exchange the tales of mythical beasts

Nor do we observe those sacred traditions, of protecting ourselves from those nightly monsters.

In this new age and in this new day we cannot spare a moment for these shreds of memories handed down

So thrown to the wind to they go and with them our imagination.