The Beautiful World of Myth

by:Eric Fulmer

Night, her cunning beauty enwraps us all
In the music of her mystery;
In the caress of her call.
That brings us awake, stirred from our sleep
By silence undisturbed;
By darkness too deep
For weak human minds to understand
What draws us to her side;
What leads us to her land.
Where reality is suspended, a world all its own.
A place out of time;
A place that has grown
Innumerable myths, imaginations creating
Stories of terrors;
Stories unabating.

But as for me, I dwell in her being.
Its dangers worth facing;
Its beauty worth seeing.