In the static I see
The Ruby Eyed Rat
of second thought
and dreary regret.
Simplicity is the command
of confidence,
conviction to bind.
Unwind only to find
her life run out.
Sitting on my shoulder
is her sweet memory,
the ghost of melancholy.
Creations of the mind
imagine up the worst.
While kingdoms are built around me,
all I can see is the dust and debris
of what used to be.
Sorrow, left to her slumber,
rests on her final farewell.
