A lone utterance.
The figuring and sums added.
Ashy elbows – iridescent –
Ancient dragons.
The castle crumbling,
Overtaken by
Ivy, kudzu, honeysuckle.
There are no castles left
Unless you count
The pawn shop variety
Or that relic
On Versailles Rd.
It’s the realization
Of failed dreams.
No knights left – 
Barely any brave souls.
Things once certain
And felt in the blood –
Everyone quaivers,
Prickly and precarious
Have become
The new order.