//BURNING IT ALL//
Phantasmagoria, swaddled in satin fabric,
Sprinkled with sequins of hope,
Constructed a gilded castle,
At the pointed zenith of chimera.
Fantasy dripped in lacunae,
Betwixt the walls of reality,
Bounced back with despair,
And clinged to the clouds of despondency.
Amalgam of spurious notions,
Shoved it into the hearth of death,
Deliquesced the black ash,
And carved the illusions on papyrus.