I looked into the rights of individuals
rather deeply and
into the wishing wells remaining;
the outlines of a half vanished kingdom
I traced through wind, rain and sleet
surmising, if not dreaming.
ah, may all their scheming
come to naught:
those who bear the burden
the magic of belief;
the beautiful eccentricities.
may what they have hidden
may what they have stolen
all they concealed come to light and
the evil spells all broken;delight
in tatters, the gold they have taken
from weeping Imagination, set right,
brought home to us
or where we live now
by order of dismal courts,
and trampled on.
mary angela douglas 20 may 2016