Oh you mockers, wagging your finger,
shaking your heads, with eyes that linger,
on heads bowed down in abject sorrow
come the day, come tomorrow,
Seems that nothings come to pass
dreams have broken, shattered glass,
nothing is as it seems at all
you climbed so high, but now you fall
down, far down, to the darkness waiting
you tried and failed and now they’re baiting
calling for blood as you once did,
so, finish it now, close the damned lid,
on all that future, promised bright
now what’s left?…’tis black as night…
LadyP © 2010
