This song that once sounded so loudly within,
has turned to quiet in this mounting din,
It whispers so softly now I can’t hear the words,
just the remnants of a firey soul now usurped.
Its throne in tatters in an empty hall,
memories echoing in the walls,
of laughter and gaiety and songs well sung,
one soul marching to the beat of its drum.
But as the battle waged on and the soldiers left home,
the king was left in silence forgotten, alone.
Slowly neglect began to take its toll,
first song, then laughter, then finally all.
This once proud place that was called home,
now lays empty, a deserted throne.
Through battles untold it remained untorn,
yet no longer will it weather loves malevolent storm.
– Cat Thomas, 2014