Metaphorically, for Faerie Land,
It seemed as though it had just been slapped by a giant hand,
As….First of all the sky went dark…..
Suddenly gone was the sight of the ever present lark,
Heavy silence…..Not a sound from a single bird,
No natural sound of animal nature at all to be heard,
A rolling rumbling sound,
Getting louder now as it echoes around,
Louder and louder, til it reaches it’s crescendo,
Punctuated by shattering window,
And as the glass crackled and popped,
Young saplings fell, as if they had been chopped,
Then….To really emphasise the rumble,
The Ancient Tower of Wishes starts to crumble,
Not to be left out, then, atop it, the giant bell
Joined in the cacophony as it fell.
To most…..The suddenness of it was frightening,
Distant rumbling turning to shaking, then with added thunder and lightning,
As filthy dust laden, streaming rain,
Added a final assault upon Faerie Glade’s peaceful plain.
Then….As quickly as it had started, it was over,
Leaving wrecked little buildings, and now dirty, once verdant pasture, and purple clover.
Never in living memory, had anyone experienced such a thing,
The land being built in such a way, to prevent something like this from ever happening,
The five golden threads, so accurately in place,
To make sure Faerie Folk should never have anything like this to face,
For everything here, has a balance, a natural law,
Only other things should cause devastation like this….Like a war,
But once more to this beautiful land,
Fate it seems, has dealt a cruel, twisted hand…..
As we shall see if we look in another world….Another place,
At the strange Magick that is being performed ……In Middlespace…….