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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the late, sleepless hours of night, a meandering takes up form. Whilst in the distance thunders peal and clear skies Relent to storm— Giving backdrop to fervent feelings That much is not of goodly norm, Nor the seeping reelings Of a kingdom falling With the entirety of its soul, As those e'er trusted Play a vile and ruthless role— Shattering with ruinous deeds— Its cornerstones. When the eye tenderly looks away, The head bow'd in shy disgrace, Like the budding flower downturn'd; The petals red, like the blushing face— Evil will have learned, Which beguiling smile may prevail, Which pretty words lend thee sweep Thy locks aside And rest thee asleep, Thy head in the soft down of cushion'd pride; Thy alarms wrapt and silenc'd In purposed arms, As soft whispers fall In lulls and lullaby-songs. Where, when thou art rous'd awake, Thou join'st the countless throngs; Unabiding of the council of reason, Thou wouldst become a tool of treason, Blinded by the flattering colours shone before thy vanity And the wrathful power of A wielded disparity. Thou lisp'st among the high, Thou watch'st the lowly try to climb, But with beauteous, graceful foot And an armored heel Push'st them down And give'st up thy soul to feel Forever a cruel power wound— Within a frail frame That but yesterday Champion'd the poor, The forsaken, And held down With rallying voice That once won them choice, And a voice to be heard And deem'd worthy And abiding in untarnish'd honor, Where now thine is lost At the cost of thy ruined Family name and a withering fame, Now known'st only well for naught But shame. Beware the attentive, timely, charming stranger's smile. Friends are more than sweet looks And courtesies—free yet costly; Comely with a dubiety earn'd, Seen clear through the puissance of self And a wise, unerring vigilance.
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