The Days were dark, the land was dead; br no seed had grown the drought had spread. br The land once had a river that was diamond br clear and her waters would spray as she ran br in the weir. Fish would leap and there was food br for all, but now a black cloud had fallen and the age br of myth had built a wall.The green and beauty br had all gone out, everything was dry and the land br was full of drought. Did a witch or a warlock cast a br magic spell, or was it a fiery red dragon that had br sprung from hell. br The land once had a Unicorn that stayed close to br an illuminous blue pool, and when he skipped around br pink and green hues of mercury flowed from the water br fall.This water fall was once the spring of life, but br now it was just want and strife. The land was barren br and the people cried; the food had all gone and br the children died. This mythical tale is not one of br old; it is happening today in our very own fold. br Children are starving because of drought and war br but there must be someone out there that will open br the right door.A poem that has been written in the past br tense; is your brain like fog, thick and dense.