Megan Lacey

Rookie (December 1,1981 / Peoria, Illinois)

The Age Of Unbelieveing - Poem by Megan Lacey

We’ve come to an Age of Unbelieving
Where all the magic’s gone out of the world
No more do the Good Folk
Dance in the Hollow Hills
No more the banshee’s song
Echoes lamentatious trills…

All thanks to that fiend Newton
And that dreadful man Voltaire
The Headless Horseman no longer rides-
All Dragons have retreated to their lairs.

In the day and age of Ipods
Of hybrid SUV’s
Of computer graphic systems
With Intel Celeron D
Hi-tech toys every Christmas
Outdated as they’re new
We are lost in an Age of Unbelieving
If things aren’t tangible they can’t be true!

Comments about The Age Of Unbelieveing by Megan Lacey

  • (9/24/2008 5:19:00 PM)

    This poem is not perfect and I probably could easily give it a 9. But I loved the poem and anyone who reads it will, so I gave it a ten. Deserved.

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  • (4/7/2008 6:04:00 PM)

    I see your point but might I point out that you and only YOU can decide what is true or false in your life. The choice is yours no one else's. You are your own person. Not a persons puppet. Oh and very nice poem =) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2008

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