Silver stream protector of the land
winding and bowing around rock and sand
high above the rotting cliff
lays the crumbled castle
where the Midnight club met.
They came but once a year
to renew their bonds with the land
with the energy around them
with Mother Earth.
As the time drew near
a development began to take place
a defacement of the sacred ground.
The Midnight club met and stared in horror
at the broken terrain
the fallen castle
at the machinery whose claws
dug deep in moist soul
murder of crows above.
They muttered and murmered
they called upon the Mother
to wreck havoc on the men so crass
as to pervert her domain.
Come morning as the sun rose
brilliant scarlets and violet pinks
men stood at the edge of the land
across the crevice lay nothing
no trace that there had every been.