Once
Once I was
kind and wise and true-
At least, so
in my mind.
But I was
far much younger then
And youth is
often blind.
Far in the
scattered sights I saw,
So deep
within my mind
That I could
ne’er notice when
My heart was
left behind.
So now when
old I sit and wait
Upon my
awful throne
And I am
forced to linger here
Till I am
set to stone.
I look back
on my once youth days
To when my
light had shone
But I am
dark and bitter here
My heart is
left alone.