Lost

Once there was a mellow chipper,
Stuck in the chasm of endless abyss,
The depth drowning the soundless whisper,
It was mighty callous.

Wandering the foliage of mirth,
Glee downtrodden to gloom,
The demons enter through the Firth
Of dreams, gathering gloom.
There is no end to this dismay,
The light casted into disarray,
Lignin reach out to join this charade,
The words strung to form a great fay.

The youth was a valiant one indeed,
Bequeathed with hope and creed,
Yet, the Stardust swirls with no heed.
The lost soul, gelid.