Withering damsel
Spelt with a C
The autographs of liars Cheats and thieves
She sits on the throne created by none other but you and me
The horizon is becoming bleak
Lifeless and cold as your future waits to be told
Names on leafs, like distant memories
Watch them blow away in the wind of yesterday
Till the magnolia tree of life has withered and died
And all you know is yourself.