A lament for the loss of innocence

[pandora_parrot]

Drip
Drip
drip

Dark caverns, black and wet
hidden beneath the earth

An age ago, they were filled with light
dry and comfortable
bright and cheery

The elves danced to bright music
Magic and merriment
innocent and care free

What happened to those days?
The times when we danced in the moonlight?
and created our own reality around us?

Music from the past echoes forward
reflecting off the dark cavern walls.
Tear drops fall from the ceiling
weeping for a bygone age

The queen still sits in her gilded throne
But her body is gaunt, and her silver tarnished
The jester sits in the corner, sobbing
The only eyes that still see

The royal court makes webs of sorrow
catching their meals from the air
while servants scurry on many legs
and take their fill from their queen

Buried beneath her own creations
forgotten by the world
she has vanished from the story

Comments

[bridgeweaver.livejournal.com]

Look carefully child,
Look into those ancient eyes as they glance in sympathy at the fool,
Look well, and you'll see, under it all
She is laughing still.

(Not that you asked for a response, and perhaps I've missed your point, but fwiw. . .)

[paradox-puree.livejournal.com]

I honestly don't know whether you've missed my point or not, given that this poem was about a very specific subject.

Your response, however, is quite interesting, regardless... I am pondering it in relation to what I wrote the poem about, regardless of whether or not you and I are talking about the same thing here. :)

[mantic-angel.livejournal.com]

*claps happily* You got the point ^_^

(not that I wrote it or get to say :))