Caged

Endless beauty towered and raged
seamlessly in its airtight cage.
Keening for days of when they ran
beneath the spread of an azure fan.

But now lightning rips and thunder crashes
while deaths stench rises up from the ashes,
that encircles the cage all around
wherein the last of hope is bound.

But that cage has been deftly wrought
beyond all concept, manner or though
ever envisaged by its creators
who intended to snare all its haters.

But pity the creators never did see
that the cage they wrought so deftly
had corners that bent the wrong way round
and so themselves in a cage were bound.

But why did the ones wish to bind
the haters in a vacuumed time
when the haters were only free
so long as the ones wished them to be.

And the haters did differ almost not
from those who the cage did wrought.
But the ones cried fear and acts of kind
and so for their own good them did bind
in a prison of nothing but solid air
and so the imprisoned remained there.

But only when the haters brought destruction about
did the ones realise they were inside not out.
And try as hard and all they may
they could not break through and quell the fray.
For their solid nothingness so deftly wrought
had bit its master and them had caught.