In the blue forest of night
With candles abright
A young Driad whom calls herself Klea watches you skillfully
From the comfort of her trees
You are a visitor here
You come from Earth
The Earth you know is in a slow death
Earthquakes and high gas prices signal the apocalypse
But it is no big explosion of death
It is a slow death
The Driad spoke to you,
“Slowly your Earth is erased through storms and earthquakes
it is a slow death and a fast rebirth at the same time.
A slow death because nature is erasing everything
A fast revirth because you are still here, but your buildings are not.
You will start from scratch and live in simplicity.”
The Driad invited you to dinner, which she calls supper
And this meeting of magical creatures
was not like how you’d seen in a movie
Little fairies gave you a crown made of twigs
Big fairies—the Driads—make strange food
From dead insects and homemade dough pie
Their wolves could talk and sit on the wooden chairs at the tree-table
Gnomes were strange: they could float, talk science and eat fast
The unicorn hid itself away in the forest trees
Ten or fifteen little fairies would bring food to it
Little dragons would chirp in conversations with each other
And gobble up the wonderfully seasoned meat
And what about you?
You look around in happiness, see everything is bliss
And you believe the Driad’s words
You take one bite of the strange meat-bug pie
What say you?
Is it good?
(top image driad by vidagr from DeviantArt)