Oh the scenes I've seen...
Through it all I saw
Power sought,
Towers wrought.
Wars were fought.
Spoils caught.
I walked golden halls
Built by royal laws.
Still behind it all --
A crowned clown,
A human flawed.
And so a kingdom falls.
Bright lights
Dimmed into night.
What now appalls
Once enthralled.
The dust always settled.
I looked down...
On the ground...
Crushed petals.
Behold the old rusted metal
And medals.
Victory!
Sweet!
But it never beat
History.
After the wins,
A chapter ends.
Days and facts
Faded to black.
It was there
I fell to despair.
But in my somber pall,
My spirit called
And reminded me to mind the
Timeless truth
Inside of me.
Hearts beat.
Dark retreats.
Thistles shrivel
And, for a time,
The plot repeats.
Moments! These moments!
They are fragile components
And sometimes opponents.
The superficial
And artificial --
Not an affordable
Luxury
Even for one granted
Immortality.
The forest,
After all,
Lies beyond these
Trees.
©️ Matt Decker
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