Lost World



Losing love.

Broken is the magic glass,

The world gone forever.

The kingdom has been burnt to ash

And never can recover.

The pain, it burns deep within

Scarred walls of the heart

Knowing it can never win

What is already torn apart.

Gold may never tarnish

But these towers were silver,

Crumpled up into rubbish

By the onset of winter.

The snow, it was beautiful.

The cold was just fine.

The source of feelings dreadful

I could never in this divine.

No season is expected to last

But usually it always comes back

Instead of destroying the return path

Through the mirror with a crack.

Forever now in isolation

The marred land lies

With complete inaction,

Anything left slowly dies.

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