When Illusion meets Delusion

2 fates,
2 states
and 2 dates -
Were all that took and more-
To wreck the peace
And rock the boat.
It's a fun-story,
Only when fun itself is a pun-
When the older met the wiser-
Yet the naive chose the knave.
The plot was the same-
Damsel in distress
And the black stallion-ed knight stressed.
Rushing into the scene-
To free the chains,
Yet put on more,
Clanky constricting metals.
The locomotion,
Otherwise mostly fluid-
Now remained bottle-necked,
At the clown's hands.
Oscillation of Time,
Proves mundane in the dying days.
Eyes lost in starry daze,
When illusion meets delusion-
The blurred road,
Somehow the way ahead.
The knight's horse is stuck in quicksand-
As the sands of time passes by too.
They can't stop the cycle that spins out of control.
Damsel damns self,
Curses her ill-fated fate-
The unfortunate epic of another heartbreak,
A misfortune.
She sees the knight afar,
Cloaked in  her white sheath-
Clocking the knight's fall.
Will it mark her downfall too?
The window panes offer little relief-
To the vista ahead.
But in it,
She resolves to kill her dreams.
Freedom comes coked in rocksalt-
Sedimented ashes of fossils never bemoaned.
She numbs her dead dreams-
All an illusion in her harrowed world,
Where the hackneyed eye could be narrowed,
To a tunnel-like vision.
She now must shed the rose petals,
That could help her count the hours
To the final countdown.
She must resolve further to absolve,
Of memoirs, moments and laments-
Belated be her erstwhile shortlived joy.
Happiness must be like pearls stamped on-
Blackening the bleak white,
Cracking the smooth sheen.
She must forget,
What one must to exist again-
Now that life left her dead.
She ought to move on,
With a heavy heart and tear-laden eyes-
Forsake all that'd been endeared in a short while-
All that was her home with the knight.
But let go,
And sail away into the night.
Forfeit and see the defeat.