Fallen

Fantasy the Lady weaves
and webs of dreams entangles,
to satisfy the drowning needs
with lies of words, she spangles.

Sparkling dreams with need creates
to walk in wondrous splendor,
to hide away the self she hates,
the one that truth has rendered.

And deep inside the Lady cries,
but to the world shows laughter,
and every day she lives the lies
in hopes of something after.

And every hand in friendship given
she clutches as if drowning,
and from her grasp each one is riven
in fear of need abounding.

And need has overwhelmed the dreams,
and left the self in shatters,
and any touch for now it seems
is the only dream that matters.

From pedestal the Lady stepped
and walked with less demanding,
and deep inside the self she wept,
with shame she waits there standing.~©
~RAC 8-98~