The Deception of Dorothy

There was blood
On your shoes when we met
I was blinded by artificial light;
The invention of faux gurus
And fairy tales

Such beauty and primal passion
Had never touched a simple Farmer
I mortgaged my land and soul
But raging storms and drought
Lay waste to field and home

The fortress built
Without compass or plumb
Now lies in total ruin
I am left standing in the rubble
While you follow the Yellow Brick Road

Eyes adjusting to darkness
I am beginning to see
There was blood
On your shoes when we met;
You flew away in ruby slippers

Reviews

[Corset]

Dorothy had but one thing in mind, and on her journey met with characters with their own hearts desires driving them as well, though she loved them one and all (with exception of the wicked witch from monkey hell) she still chose to leave those friends to return to her home...there is no place like home.

[icaros13]

Exactly, my friend.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I'm heartbroken and excited.....I love your usage and feel distress in your being....makes for real poetry!