The Deception of Reception

The deception of reception remains the true goal
the world trying to deceive the unknowing soul
love filtered and hate magnified
worlds apart, languages divide
kept at bay seeking the light
breaking before finding your knight
alas he doth not gallop in on a white steed
glistening armor and sword unsheathed
dragon roaring its anger at being disturbed
the knight waltzing in unperturbed
to slay the dragon and steal you away
with naught a word on his lips to you he shall say
this is not the way of the world in this day and age
rooms of scented candles and white sage
no more are these fantasies to be fulfilled
or from our hearts our burning love to be spilled...
for the days of old have come and gone
come to past like a perfect honey gold dawn
out eyes have beheld atrocities and knives that gleen
the nature of man still shining bright as our eyes have seen ...
No more does the nice guy exist out in public for all to see
he hides his heart and words and burries them deep without glee
for the worlds deceit upon reflection does show one thing
reception of old ways and ballads shall not minstrels sing
death to love cries the man of this day
let lust and confusion rule and play
for the times have changed and shall never remain
this we see, with each and every rain
go forth and frolic amongst the world and see the its beauty
for I am blind and it is lost amongst me