In the North Legends are heard
Of a strange glowing city
Appearing without a word
Treating the People with pity
They say many of them died of simple frost
Yet they inspire awe and fright
For despite them all being lost
Their magic ranged from healing to flight
As mysterious as they came did they go
Leaving nothing behind them
Except the legend we know
And the taboo word “Belgium”
Copyright © 2003 by Thomas R.
