Zendiks, magicians, poets and wise men
Yearn for the years when magic was known
Xenagogues, they who led us from dark den
Without their guidance we’ve failed on our own
Vexed questions were once answered with legends
Unhindered, by the “truth” that they lacked
Taking our hands, wizards of old beckoned
Seeing with eyes untainted by fact
Roaming the dreamscape of unknown conundrums
Questioning some and answering all
People these days, in comparison, are humdrum
“Onward and upward” has left us too tall
Never again, will trees be as sacred
Moonlight so cherished, as it was then
Looking glasses, have all but stripped naked
Kinds, all, of planets, stars and of men
Juries of “realists” have condemned the dreamers
If not for justice, then only to win
Hundreds of dreams, are now no more than streamers
Good for a laugh, but end up in the bin
Fast approaches the death of the mind
Executed by proof, by knowledge and fact
Do not stand back, if you’re so inclined
Come take my hand, and we’ll make a pact:
Before it is lost, before magic dies,
All stand together, with magic we’ll rise!
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I did this for a contest a couple years ago :c
10 points to anyone who can tell me what this poem is an example of