Magic Fadings
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.
poem by Mandy Lee
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