7. Vanished Hope
I once found the world a perfect creation,
Never realized it’s just a squalid illusion.
In every tide of time glamour fades,
Approaching the anteroom of Hades.
Sculptured crystal heart, clear as an icicle-
Cracks as winter past, hopeless for a miracle.
Utopia is a hilarious joke,
Camelot a withered oak.
All that remain is futile cheers-
Which earned the stars’ shimmering tears.
Obsessive devotion, echoes my leaden refrain.
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