Power

Power

In your fairyland castle
you sit enthroned
calling your subjects to dance
to the rhythm of your breath,
remote, aloof,
from the failing strength
of fluttering wings
that frantically flutter in death.

Your enchantment fades
with your magic words
that no longer fix
your people’s woes
and flattering tongues
choose not to see,
and you
are the last to know.