I think of a world without myth,
and it horrifies me.
A world with no dragons or phoenixes,
no demons or angels,
Oh, I know it will do for some.
And even for others,
it's a fine thing
to believe in a unicorn
encased firmly behind bars,
so long as it’s not free
to go roaming around willy-nilly.
I don’t understand myth’s hold on me.
Its power to captivate
hasn’t waned in the slightest.
I am as enthralled now
as I was when I was young.
The only difference is
the enchantment is stronger.
At home in myth's forest
I explore familiar paths,
losing myself in their wildness.
I kiss myth fully on the mouth,
hoping to get
one more story.
Song Choice: Loved by the Sun by Tangerine Dream
This poem was inspired by the prompt given by A Dash of Sunny, Myth