The Unenchantment

Leonard Nimoy gone, Terry Pratchett gone...the last few weeks have been a time of losing people who either made mythstory or were part of it. And what stories they were too! Tales where good and bad met, warred, played out and usually good won. They engaged us, they made us laugh and I guess they made us hope too, or at least think.

The only way to face the loss of stories that held us is to make our own. The only way to fight the unenchantment is to become enchanters.

Edited to add: Just as I repeated this on FB, I could almost hear Steve's voice saying, 'Don't you mean 'Disenchantment?' And I would say 'No. They are two different phenomenons entirely.'

LAST WORDS

So don’t you, don’t you go dying
No don’t you, don’t you go dying
Sit with a pig in the sun instead
Let starlings roost on your hat
Write another book if you like
there are worlds waiting to read you.
I can hear bad singing somewhere
like friends roaring together
In a place you can’t take Luggage
A place of orangutan faces
Are you walking the edge of Forever?
Are you sitting there LAUGHING IN CAPITALS?
Oh leave, if the time’s come to leave us,
But don’t you, don’t you going dying.