In the beginning, you were
Everything we wanted to be
We hung on to every word
you wove with your magical
hands, sparkling eyes and
slick silver tongue

You were the poet, and we
were the followers of your
Art; you were happy, free,
Everything we wanted to be

Perhaps if you had known that
you would’ve been more
careful with yourself
and what you had

You broke, and dragged all of us
down with you, master misguiding
us disciples into fatal uncertainty

And now we have nothing left
to strive for, our souls confused,
our dreams shattered, having lost

Everything we wanted to be