Fall Of Last Year

Once Was

I hold my court in the shade,
with friends and foes these walls were made.
There was a clearing in the trees,
green and dark with gentle breeze.
And here we stood unafraid.

In patterns of darkness we played,
and crossed our hearts in the glade.
Ferns and pine and simple ease,
I hold my court.

Fallen trees, branches decayed.
Comrades, forsaken and swayed.
How silly, my decrees.
And here now, hear me –– please!
The utter foolishness I displayed.
I hold my court.

~Hammeh

P.S. - Form is Rondeau~