You were supposed to protect me,
But why does your beauty take priority?
I thought I knew you,
Less it seems as time flew,
Your weaknesses pushed everyone through the edge,
One by one they jumped over the hedge,
To flee what may be lost,
Desperation held on the most,
I stopped running to turn around,
To listen to the agonising sound,
Perhaps we should turn back,
Perhaps we should cut the guardian some slack,
For the qualities the guardian lack,
For in the fire, metal is forged,
Perhaps Guardians too, maybe not all is lost.
Monthly Archives: March 2021
Fallen Guardian
The Irrational Dictator
You said up to you,
but lose your cool,
How is this up to me?
When your logic is off to all who can see?
Chaos after chaos you stir,
Trouble and trauma we concur,
Dictate our living is your hobby,
Your false reputation all you lobby,
Help, why are most blinded?
My love to you, I now rescinded.
Lost I am, lost are you,
My beloved who took me for a fool.
No more I said,
Independence, we now made.