A Recollect

Written by: David Smalling

Carolyn, not the throne blighting enigma
But she who carries a name like a country
From that warm Devonshire persona
Tolled it from the multicultural bell of history
And I today see the end
Not from Mayan Calender or prophets' plight
How our time has warped and bend
How spotted is the brightest light!
How tormented is the bravest of men!
It is the end
Not of the substance but of the spirit 
The form we had before we became void
Everything is by force and nothing by merit
Hope no feather from the conflict provide