Once magic was all
around and humans knew how to call on it, to use it to keep the world
in harmony and protect the earth and all its inhabitants. But slowly
it began to die away as fewer and fewer practiced its rituals and
believed in its power. The belief in "science" and "logic" began to
gain strength, shoving aside the concepts of, and belief in, magic.
Humanity began to believe the magic had somehow become evil, something
to be avoided. And the world became a different place.
Since time immemorial, he and his kind have been waiting for the day
he no longer needs to stay hidden from the world. For the day when
humanity has evolved to the point where they will once again embrace
the ways of the old magic. For them to realize they must reconnect to
the land they live on before it's too late. But today is not that day
. . . not yet. For now all he can do is let them know he believes in
them and that as long as they continue to believe in him, he and the
others will be there -- waiting.
Many thanks to her for this lovely poem.
