Abandoned.

A hope misplaced is Hope dis-graced

And that when Grace was once her face

Now with faceless paths re-traced

Where once there shimmered dew like lace

Abandoned

Where Promise stood with hands outstretched

And laughed loud at horizon’s crest

Pronounced all earth and toil blessed

Now staring coldly at neglect

Abandoned

And stretchers passed the doomed upon

As grey pale faces stared along

And Lingered on and wandered long

And sang a pale and wounded song

Abandoned

Its lyrics bore on shoulders sore

Pale grey tunes those shadows wore

Which even mild tempest tore

against those shapeless forms contoured

Abandoned

And they waited for the final score

Hope now told a pale lit lore

The now dunced flame once split the shore

Now a low and dull contemptuous roar

Abandoned

That once white horse a speckled grey

Where age and dust and time decay

Where Hope and Grace once made their play

And heirs of joy now shroud in grey

Abandoned

The pilgrims came to final rest

After dull and grey monotonous test

And at dawn’s dusk their hopes arrest

Awaited they their travels best

Abandoned