An Infant's Innocence Poem by Maguna Lokark

A virtue lost
In the sands of time
Resided in your soul
In the days of lullaby and rhyme.

The absence of evil
The lack of sin
The pure mind
Had this fuel within.

Shielded and secured
Protected and saved
This mind was
To goodness enslaved.

With time things changed
And sprouted curiosity
And killed the bliss
By knowing monstrosity.

With this knowledge
And this acceptance
Lost tin time
Was the infant's innocence.