the losers' tale

whereat we fall and do not rise to win
our names are cursed and all our graves defiled
to speak our memory is the worst of sin

how do we end who could not then begin
our best inception was so hot and wild
whereat we fall and do not rise to win

graven on coldest stone or human skin
words that are now rejected and reviled
to speak our memory is the worst of sin

no one dared look at what went on within
the space in which the story was compiled
whereat we fall and do not rise to win

so easy then a tale of gold to spin
to those on whom a happy fate had smiled
to speak our memory is the worst of sin

here naked skulls at living faces grin
no longer innocent is normal child
whereat we fall and do not rise to win
to speak our memory is the worst of sin

(C)2008, Fragano Ledgister