Mushroom Rings

Any human village once finds itself

All surrounded by the brown cloud of spores

After it 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

Things 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