You Are The Key

When you stop believing,
Then the magick ceases to exist.
The faeries drop from the sky,
And litter the ground,
Like fallen leaves from a dying tree.
The mermaids drown,
And join the ancient gods of the deep.
The unicorns lose their horns,
And join the herds of wild stallions.
The magickans weep,
And their tears muddy the earth,
For only they know,
What a great loss,
Mankind has created.