Odes To A Dead Dragonfly

I wrote a poem about a dead dragonfly I saw on the floor in the school science lab. I took it on myself to write it in the form of an acrostic poem; the first letter of each stanza is the same, and it spells out the name of the poem.

Odes to a Dead Dragonfly

Once you traipsed the sullen lands
On wings that were gossamer thin
Over silent sweeping shiny sands
Onto castles where dynasties begin

Dandelion shadows, your only kin
Dancing in the winds that blow past
Despair was yet to crawl in your skin
Discovering the glories of the vast.

Easing your flight on wings, glassed
Eke out life as lord of the skies, but
Exploring is finally stopped at last
Ebbing away as your lifeline is cut.

Saturated with liquid grace
Sadly sounds your resting place.

The ground, it wished to reach you
Tendrils exempted though they tried
To touch you in your world of blue
Taking winds and insects in stride.

On borders and lines, laws defied
Open lands were calling your name
Of all the beauties the worlds provide
Owning the crown is your fame.

All your life and what it became
Affixed on the floor so cold
And while the race to survive is all the the same
Ashen grey, your cards all fold.

Dreaming now of lands unknown
Darkened body embracing stone.

Eclipsed wings, a network of hopes
Edging the ears of chocolate soil
Eating their way up mountain slopes
Echoes from lost mortal coil.

A shiny body, glinting like foil
As the fierce sun shines above all
Always buzzing, like an annoyed gargoyle
Angry and ferocious though small.

Dreaming of rainshadow and squall
Devouring insects galore
Damaged, now below you fall
Dead and so breakable on the floor.

Dappled sunshine beats down blue
Drained of life is that which flew.

Rolled stone wishes and wet chalk
Refracting stories of your flight
Rooves silently & admirably talk
Rambling about your form so bright

Again the universe displays its spite
And extinguishes a gentle life
Amazing were you when you would alight
Amongst all of nature's strife.

Grim reality slashes its knife
Grey sky curdles and sours above
Grave loss, like a beloved wife
Gently putting to rest your love.

Over the pinions of sunset you've flown
Onto twilight's sepulcher alone.

Narrating of minerals and mysteries
Noisy memories are now interred
New births and ancient histories
Nested deep, now hazy, blurred

Fallen beauty, beyond any word
Fabricator of a life as a vagabond
Flying endless in day like a bird
Fades to dark, leaving silent your pond

Lullabies of night have come and dawned
Larking shadows claim your soul
Learning to leave a world so fond
Leaves scars crisscrossing your whole.

Yes, 'neath the light of pellucid moon
Your universe has imploded far too soon.