PoemoftheWeek

Ahhhh its my birthday week and I’m suuuuper excited! Lockdown Birthdays are definately something for the books. Today’s poem is

Magic Fadings by Mandy Lee

The dawn of a new age approches,
the light of the old era fades.
Ways of the old are now forsaken,
like the pass of the elven glades.

There is no place for magic,
for magic there is no hope.
Books are its last remenance,
for no where else can it cope.

P.s. do you perfer short or long poems?