Lost Child, Then the Fading Lady

Lost Child, then the Fading Lady. She was, then not, a child of our time. She sought the ways, the truths that a changing lady does. Seeking and remembering what was once told, beauty appreciated, rumors of old. The search continues, never aborted, by the searching woman, accepted responsibilities branded. Her wants set aside for the good of the few. What remains, the negative continuation, of when the lady will be accepted. Ah, the paradise of the dominant men, the ones who respect the waste of our land. The torturing of equal man, these the security at hand. So come and assist the compelling lady, the one who sees, our ways daily. Search with her, find the new way, then maybe we can hold off the coming decay.