Kingdom Come

She was elegantly present, but mostly an overnighter

A hero had once failed her and it made her a fighter.

Now accepting untrue veracities, new definitions arise

As the animation of her youth futilely shades these lies

There was always someone behind the door, just not her kind

But she couldn’t resist opening them to see what she’d find. 

This empire will slay you slowly, as it sings you a serenade

It seductively whispers in her ear, as they dance the masquerade

She’ll leave one day and speak of how she should have stayed

Again disenchanted by a broken promise she wished were never made.

Love is often disarrayed, so she’ll still pledge allegiance

But angels don’t visit dance halls and innocence don’t have credence

There is a different nature within the concrete walls of a slum   

So she waits for her new hero to save her until a new kingdom come.