Mushroom Rings

Any human village once finds itself
All surrounded by the brown cloud of spores
Alter is is gone, at your backyard
Small and strange. mushrooms slowly grow.

Next week villagers are happy to get mushroom crop
Wow!
Their food problem is now solved
Until the mushrooms have become
Too many and too tough to cut.

Trapped and devoured by
Mushroom rings
Aged, old and dead, vile
Spores within.

When the mushrooms grow tall
Taller than a bell tower
Neither axe nor saw
Can ever chop them
Get used to live in shade
Of the mighty mushroom ring.

Can't run and can't escape
The dazing slumber.

Thins grow old with every minute
Living beings old in hours
Walls and fences rot in few weeks
Inside the glowing mushroom rings.

Dead marshes in violet
Spore clouds
Moldering dust in air
And ground.

Mushroom rings
Mushroom rings.