There’s a fable in the forest of fame

whispered among trees.

Passersby that meander inside

are often reluctant leavers, teetering as trespassers,

petrified to see the glory cease.

The mortality of travelers

is a well known but unspoken secret,

for, it’s deep rooted in the infamous folly of



Written for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt

Fame comes with a folly, an illusion. The famous feels the game will never cease to exist, but no matter how much and how hard they try to hold on to it, the glory soon fades away. What they are left holding at the end is often what was most neglected.