Falls the lotus blossom,
Dead into stagnant waters
Under a dying sun.
Falls the good witch,
Under the weight of dogma
And poor magic.
Falls the Gemini
Under delusions
Born of privilege.
Falls the phoenix
Under too hot a flame,
Not to be reborn.
Falls the alchemist
Under ancient fear
Hidden by pride.
Falls the bosom buddy
Under the bitterness
Of inaction and envy.
Not everything endures,
And time strips fictions
Painfully bare.
Falls the leaves of autumn.
Falls hypocrisy.
Falls infirmity.
And what rises
Is the daily sun
Undaunted.