Unfinished Story (Poetry)

I’ve filed it under T B C
although there’s little chance
to be continued... What’s the point? —
doubt throws a look askance.

Enthusiasm ruled at first —
that promise seemed set fair
then vanished part-way through the tale
and left a quiet despair.

First vision faded as the blood
pumped slower — lost its heat
the music of enchantment found
a lesser, humdrum beat.

My star has tarnished — dulled its glow
its glamour shown as drear —
a candle’s flame no substitute
for comets shooting near.

A flash in some fugacious pan
sensation came and went
my energies are on the wane —
turned old and almost spent.

My story’s strayed far off the path —
lost deep in some dark wood
unrescued and abandoned there
perhaps for its own good.