CAMELOT FANTASIES

Shadows playing vibrant games in grey
All shades obscuring behind a veil of muted images
Recalling last years expedition
Full view of activities
Disappointments a part of life’s lessons
Words of love that held no meaning
Dropped for another smiling shell
Whoever complimented you the most
Became the host of your parties
That was ineffective
After that, the months that followed
Hurtful we’re the words
Passive aggressive verbal diarrhea
Expounding to those all around you
Initial vision altered
Sadness prevailed with all of the marks
Stained against the grain
It’s all been returned
The volume has concluded
I’m ready for a new start
One where I’m the master of the game
No wait, the mistress

~Divine