A Drive Back From The Manor

As droplets fall from the dark sky,
neon signs flash and blur.
And the puddles ripple as the kings drive past.

A peasant sings a lulling tune
only heard by those who stop.
A tune of the once forgotten,
a tune whose lyrics we fail to remember.

As the light dances in fogged beams,
I think of you, a legend
from a painting worn away.
And as questions reminisce in my head,
I step backwards, tipping time.

Eventually, these beams shatter,
hitting our concrete and pavement.
So, I gather what little I can
attempting to replace the popular tyrant
which brings us our prepackaged lives.

I hide them away,
the misted memories,
as I come from the demolished past.
I plan to save my knowledge and myths
for my dark and most dreary,
rainy nights.