Stone by stone there stood a throne,
and kindom on a hill.
It shone bright with silver light,
the image of my will.
Within the walls and gleaming halls,
hope could live and thrive.
I swore to defend until the end,
and keep that hope alive.
"Come what may" I said that day,
as I opened up the gate.
What I let in, I knew not then,
would bring no joyous fate.
With no wit, I did commit,
my efforts to the affair,
And for a time, all was sublime,
there was no need or care.
Until one day, it was gone away,
much of my hope deserted,
Even now, i know not how,
or why i was not alerted.
Over the walls they began to fall,
arrows of blue and red hue.
I did resist, engaged in the tryst,
straight as the violet rain flew.
The gates then fell, and I could smell,
the familiar scent of sad endings.
No hope remained, the land was drained.
Orchid fires rendings.
Now I must escape, for it's far too late,
I can not hope for fortune's lendings.
In exile you will find me,
though i have no chains to bind me,
The better days, alongs with old ways,
lay on the road behind me.. |
