At what cost shall we sink?

Exalted Queen, Lady in White
Remain faceless until the time comes to rise
Within the solitude of our silence
We expose our defences to propositions that we
We would given the chance, never see through.
As each doorway lends itself to confusion.
Whatever happened to the world our forefathers founded?
The world our ancestors were caged for defending.
Where were their ideals lost?
Avalon? Babylon? Atlantis?
At what cost shall we sink?

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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