Kingdome of the Outsiders

As a child I had a paper Kingdome protected somewhat from the outsiders at times they'd tunnel beneath the walls bringing palms of fire to my little boy behind but it was a decent childhood overall. Then you leave the paper Kingdome or the kingdom swiftly flits away from you childhood is the shortest chapter of all aside from death this is the bluest of all the laws. You evolve building your own paper walled Kingdome to protect the hatchlings from the outsiders You succeed...somewhat the hatchlings shine at times sometimes they inhale your dust then they gladly leave you far behind. amidst the lust of your blackness. Entering the rusty gates of memory and regret the walls are all gone,,,one piece of paper at a time yellow crows trying to blend into the sky... the ratio of silence to laughter grows ever greater Everything leaves you sooner or later, There are no more kingdoms to build. The outsiders take notice moving in for the kill.