Gone Are the Immortal Ones

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, there are others that may follow, but as of now I am unsure if they will or not but I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.

Gone are the Immortal Ones

There once was magick in the world.
the magick of faieries and elves
wizards and men.
They filled the word
with love and beauty.
They protected all life
from those who would destroy
or enslave it.
Now very little is left
of the magick of the
Immortal ones.
Very few of the ancients remain,
even less of those who remember
a time when magick was in the world.
When none are left,
when all are gone,
who will keep the love
and beauty of this world alive?
Who will protect us
from those who would see it destroyed
or enslaved?
Who will remember the tales
of the Immortal ones?

Brian Rhinehhart