Paragon Lost

Tragic, it seems

To be maiden to all the Queens

Crumbling to their gowns

Retrienving their fallen crowns

 

See their marvelous play

Listen to them slip away

Charming smiles upon each face

A beautiful lie ensuring their grace

 

Nights lost to perpetual dance

Days void of all chance

Elequent banter to ease the strain

Makesty stripped for a human pain

 

Loves lay down bleeding

There can be no pure breeding

Softly lulled to sleep

Only the maids witness the Queens weep

 

Tragic, it seems

To be maiden to all the Queens

Crumbling to the ground

Retrieving the fallen where each was found