Analysis of Decay

You squeeze a sponge and leave it in the sun -
Under a cloudless sky no rain will fall;
It dries and dessicate you watch it die
And crumble piece by piece into the dust.

We also although legion are as one
Who dedicate our lives to this old hall.
And now left desolate we wonder why
We feel so little joy, so little trust.

Untimely letters sent the day before
We go our way do nothing to dispel
The sorrow that we feel, but rather more
They drive us to the cliff, the brink of hell.

And so betrayed where once we were employed
Now decimate we plunge into the void.