The ring is no longer magic

but the tragic

fairies continue to dance.

There is no romance

yet as a magnet to the metal

man can not settle

and is drawn

to this sight forlorn.

The flesh tires.

Desires

cool

but the fool

plays with the burning coal.

Man’s goal

is the salvation of his soul.

The fairies cease their play

as day

breaks.

Man as from a dream awakes

and forsakes

for a time

the circle, once thought so divine.