Love Poem: Elsie

Elsie

Why this time? Why our culture? 
Has the beauty of our palace not fade away? 
Is it on a high ground we stand to quench defeat? 
What say ye, Elsie? 

Crimes of the past - 
Bone in my throat! 
Saving the face for heinous crimes - 
A sculpture with hidden doors. 
Innocent look - emblem of the horned prince. 

Alarm raised! Our loins exposed - 
Caught in the act - a mere show of shame; 
In the sight you see this. 
Loss of decency attained; like a crest on our badge. 
Deceit celebrated - victory we say, 
Elsie - a lost shadow chasing dreams never to be born.