Corny Shit

Aron Van de Pol — https://unsplash.com/photos/hXOGHaGCtdA

As a maze, it began:
An intricate mess, a relentless presence,
A visceral assault, an enduring ache.
An initial recess, a nascent essence,
A distinct note, an end to a phase.

Into amazement, it flourished:
O little fairy, revel in your eminence.
For the cynic now worships at the altar of Hope,
And the recluse sojourns in the company of Love.
O little fairy, revel in the rush.
For you have instigated the headiest of flights,
And erased all memories of the ground.

And to the mezzanine, it crashed:
So the gears turned, driving the wheel of Fortune,
Ripping us apart, hurtling us from the skies.
I swear, I searched, scouring for a way to reach you,
But deep in my heart, I knew ‘we’ had died.