How royalty subsides
Into the black eternal canvas
Driven from the likes of man
For desperate refuge
From the curse of looming dark

Far too many
Are quietly deprived
Of the immortal trove
That rests on high

They remain still
Stagnant in emotion
Gleefully complacent
Shielded by harnessed light

The young are to remain
In luminous abundance
Banished from the ancient glow
The lofty spectacle
Treasured long ago