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The Fall

Laugh we shall at naivety such,
crushed is nothing but lust, in fuss..
The pain once had, subsides said she,
but drown we shall in memories thus..

In crushing lashing pain said she!
with rising ruining storms of dust!
Will leave the poets in pall, in shame,
no maker cure him can, the rut..

Then fate here plays the devilish game,
thus seals the deal of blame in flames..
The walls so high, those nights how wry,
no wonder made he, us fall, a must..
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