Fools Gold

Water | Anna Orlova | Drawing

Fools Gold by Nick Fellner

Always left with a

Blank page, these words can't 

Coalesce, fall just like these 

Droplets of water swirling down the drain.

Enter an elegant dove, searching yet not 

Finding a peace of mind she 

Groans full of resentment, only flying as 

He the crow dances with her beyond a mirror, 

Ill-conceived yet running its course, 

Just like a train on the verge of derailing, this will end.

Kindly the crow disappears becoming the 

Lion that has consumed the sun, 

Merely only to succumb to his deepest fear, 

Notoriously always following his heart 

Overall he was like a candle, but no flame will light his wick.

Prowling he yearns for purpose, mourning on these jade green plains, 

Queen’s heart was never his for the taking,

Remembrance of hypotheticals of 

Starry nights blanketed by a February sky, 

Trivial as it is now the funeral of summer, 

Undone his walls are rebuilt protection of a 

Violet heart is no priority but a necessity. 

Washing away cuts etched in fading gold skin, 

Xanthic no more, stars that were 

Yellow might’ve meant something about fate, a tragedy of a 

Zealous lion, thinking he’s found El Dorado but it's only fool’s gold.