now mundane
shall never spark our dreams again.
What glorious odes and bloody knives,
paid tribute
in bygone days of old?
When Gods and Heroes agonized
for the honor
to grasp hard-forged beauty
Slinty and Gloomsome denizen
Smucking from the primordial smuck
Rowsting with pikey claws
Gloating at the fear-struck wee-folk
Flee, flit, fumble, fall
A late morning snack.
Lost art of the mind
now mass produced and mindless
forever condemning
that which we have become
Genesis spark
Breathe life again
Into the lively mind's eye
Solemn oaths are sworn
Never again forgotten
why we must imagine.