Pedestal

a story about the risk of high esteem

Set aside,

Set atop,

Set above.

Pure.

A white dove,

Released,

Unchained,

It's flight unknown.

Hoping for the majesty,

Anticipating a travesty.

With each turn into the dark

the trophy bears a mark.

In need of a polish..

A dame and a Polish walk into a bar

Actions afterword leaving a scar.

Tender serves a glass and says Slainte,

Tonight you're meeting your friend Dante.

Plunging deep into the depths,

a glimpse of hell.

What you heard your life was

is not what you see,

Was it on them or was it me?

Nothing that appears is as pure,

as the thought you once had that made you so sure.

It drew you in, a great the power in its pull

But its your fault in the end,

You put it on a Pedestal.