Tonight I want to howl.
Not of frustration or rage,
Not of glee or some gray insidious happiness,
But in lackadaisical longing
To bring forth the old world.
To cry on the fairies and trolls, nightmares and angels,
For the magic and mystery
Of a world long gone- never to return.
Belief is the key
But mankind has lost the door with its lock of moonlight mitheral.
And we are left staring blankly
At pages of regurgitated memes,
Of sparkly vampires and politically aware and
sexually active werewolves.
Tonight I want to howl,
In loneliness.