Fornevermore
Far and weary I have wandered
In search of Nevermore,
Through barren lands of Evermore
For hints of bygone yore.
Over dried-out plains I travel
Seeking sanctuary
From Evermore, cursed quarry
Of horrors so unearthly
Phantasma spring of heated wilds
Once part of olden lore
When wild things graced Nevermore
With quilts of grassy hoar
As solitary I have walked
I chanced upon a man,
With beard of snow and eyes of woe
We stopped and said hello.
He had once known that Nevermore
Before we all destroyed it
With gas and flame the land we split,
Worst crime we did commit.
The land was fruitful, unlike now
And water a safe hue
Nevermore wore brilliant blue
And song so clear and true.
For hours on end we spoke of it,
The things I’d never known,
Before, they were folklore alone
On which interest had grown.
Next morn his camp (two minutes’ walk)
Was empty of a soul,
I wandered up a lonely knoll
And pondered where he’d strolled
Nevermore had been his only goal
To reach from Evermore,
Away from these great desolate moors
To what once was before.
With his leave I’d gained a little clue -
Nevermore, of where it is
And how to find it, through this mist
Of Evermore’s cold fist
I would find it when it came the time
Half serendipity
For this I will traipse willingly
In questioning soliloquy.