A Historian’s Dream

There was a time in the past
When plains were still vast 
And huntsman did worship the Moon.
When shaman held sway 
Over night and the day
And did govern with a handful of runes.

When men spoke with God's 
And tribes were at odds
And prayers were still heard and still answered.
When witches were real
And run-through with cold steel
For the magics they wrought while in trances.

When knights searched the lands
For fair maiden's hands
They could win by the slaying of dragons.
When barbarians roamed 
Pillaged far from their homes
For honour, glory and the quaffing of flagons.

When wizards had towers
Raised with their powers
And armies of stone, flesh and blood.
Had wars to be won
Father, nephew and son
Met their dooms in fields of churned mud.

These things of the past
A history dark
Written off by most as a dream.
But for those in the know 
Who remember the woe
Still they wake in the night with a scream.