A Recollect

Carolyn, not the throne blighting enigma But she who carries a name like a country From that warm Devonshire persona Tolled it from the multicultural bell of history And I today see the end Not from Mayan Calender or prophets' plight How our time has warped and bend How spotted is the brightest light! How tormented is the bravest of men! It is the end Not of the substance but of the spirit The form we had before we became void Everything is by force and nothing by merit Hope no feather from the conflict provide