Faux pas

Walking and balancing on a piece of rotten wooden ply,
A vulnerable creature seemed struggling on a cry;
Millions of cats and dogs, owls and pigeons there flying in the sky,
Filling and throwing the world with pools of lies.

She looks back and forth then to the right,
Living in her confused confinement but a try;
Filling her empty heart with piles of lies,
She questions the world as to where the sanity lies...

It was once a beautiful and lovely world,
A world full of joy, happiness, and expectations;
The smart and charming Hedwig once kept fit and well-fed,
The fulfilled happiness with waves of longing and worthiness.
Exhaustion is always a result of the bear and rear,
But the overwhelmed feeling of excitement keeps them rare.

Since when did everything start changing?
The sky is no longer blue but grey.
Rain starts pouring down at ambiguous plays,
Wetting the pavements in an infinite landscape.
Sickness has then found its way to the prey,
And the realm of sadness strikes hard but the pray.

As the world gets colder it hails no mercy.
Pain wasn't unbearable but the discomfort was;
The knight has long left the deserted town,
While his men are still clinging hard to the impuissant pillars.
Much castles are built on the fragile grainy sand,
With the sheer lack of knowledge that they will soon be gone with the wind.

There they are, there she is.
Lost with the pride of setting everything right.
The harsh reality has set its foot and others have moved on.
She is then seen an isolated figure,
In the middle of the nowhere into the night,
Weighing between a lonely journey or the knight.

A moment of silence for the irreversible pay,
For the girl stands still at the intersected gates.
As the greatest weakness of mankind is to be afraid,
I ask myself if I truly am up for the play.