Land of the Silver Birch

Strange how the poison festers
A single comment
Yet it burns
Myths corrupted
Respect eroded

Yes, I can see it
Patterns, hints of tarnish
But why tell me
Why strip the mask
And blind me with tawdry truth

In youth another incident
Magic explained
Inducted into the mystery
The mystery was cheap
Though the ticket dear

Why do you tell me
When I was content to dream
About a harsher
Dim-lit world
Where dreamers cannot tread

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This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2002