All Fair Things Must Pass

A/N: This poem is very short, and it was intended only for a way to pass the grief I hold. As like most of my poems, I keep the fair Lady of the Wood in mind while writing this.



Why do the fair die?

Why must they perish into an unknown land of forgetfulness,

Out of memory they live.

No one remembers them,

These fair creatures,

With soft voices,

And kindly tongues.

Why does the sun set?

Why does spring turn into summer?

Why must one memory be set aside, for something new?

And why do only the wicked survive?

Golden hair,

Ancient eyes,

Welcoming songs,

Everything vanished,

To save the fate of men

Often times the loss of one precious memory,

Can be made by the sparing of a life.

What is worse, death, or the loss of something greater?

But, the world turns,

And spring does not come again,

And all fair things must pass.

Everything must leave this mortal land,

The wicked have survived,

The fair have gone.