A Fall From Grace Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Somethings can only be felt.
Rain drops upon the skin.
The wind upon your face.
A bee sting in a rather not nice place.
Sounding the trumpets.
Its time once again.
A march to the beat of your own drum.
Some will fall.
Some will get lost.
Know its not your fault.
The desire for control above it all.
Reaching out to capture one last star.
Hoping with it a mystery will be solved.
Holding on to that resolve.
The savior.
The white knight in shinning armor.
Glossed to the point of a blinding sun.
Look again and hes gone.
Not his time.
Not his moment to define.
You can't compete with this defeat.
Torn between heaven and hell.
Battle borne.
Blood spread through the fields of corn.
And what for?
To avoid saving face.
To avoid admitting you made a mistake.
A disgrace in its formality and taste.
Bitter sweet roses thorns.
A warning to all of those that come after.
Ambition alone will leave you less than satisfied.
It will make you mad with suspicion.
The enemy will be everywhere and nowhere.
Within broken down out grasp is the ascension.
Elevation with one simple proclamation.
A recanted statement.