Disenchanted, no bluff.

 

Great hopes were a mere reverie.

 

An imagination,

 

I could never see.

 

 

In this bleak reality I uphold…

 

 

Once on a pedestal,

 

Now old and worn.

 

Once adored, beloved..

 

Now scorned…

 

Forlorn.

 

 

Equip the armaments~

 

Yet let no battle take hold.

 

The spell is broken.. and the contrast resounding bold.