Goldilocks

My dearest Goldilocks…
These beautiful years have gone past
And still we reach for the once glittering past
When voices swam across the lakes of fame.

Thy velvet hands reached for the moon-tops
above thine own world teeming with singing souls…
We've seen innocence craving lust
Under the scrutiny of the corrupted and malicious lights.
But thine angelic voice kept singing the melody of utopia…

Lest ye be enslaved to the vicious puppeteers
Thy soul ran against the Cord Mountains
Singing and crying out.

Thy precious little feet bleed as yet,
But thou ranst with an angel of thine own
Now stronger than the hunters
Thou spreadst thy wings and hidst in the clouds

But the clouds turned dark and thy heart dawned heavy,
Yet thou givest it fresh to a wandering jaded angel.

But the clouds turned darker and thy heart shattered…
Precious little strings and cords vanished,
Thus little Goldilocks suddenly got lost in the thickest woods of clouds.

Little angels summoned her name and wept in the dark,
Yet the shrieks of vultures hovered above her head
Once covered with golden strings…

The singing souls of the world below sobbed in despair,
For they knew Goldilocks was gone…

Years flew by and the vultures rubbed their claws
Against the velvet remnants…

Goldilocks was gone.