Golden Earth by The Lady Arianrod
disclaimer: This is a tale/ poem from the point of view of Astraea, the last Goddess to leave the Earth after the Golden Age. I found out about this story while surfing the net and it intrigued me. This tale belongs to tradition, the Greek people, and whoever wrote it down.
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The grasses of the endless plains sway in the wind
As the golden lull of midsummer hangs in the air.
Laughter is strung in the atmosphere like a chain of daisies,
And the bright eyes of the mortals still shine with hope.
O blue sky, oh bold sun, oh neverending dreams!
In the idyllic valley there still grows a flower
That always escapes winter's sting.
But like a crow of malice the clouds of the future come,
A gray and shapeless mass of war looms above the land.
They all have left; Olympus is desolate.
The gods have departed from this mortal Earth.
The Golden Age is fading too, and the sun is beginning to set.
I shall look on the land for one last time,
And then, without another thought, I leave.
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end notes: Well, I like how this turned out. Review this poem if you wish!