A gravestone of Worlds

Lyes here, a darkness.
Though it's quite hard to decide.
If it was as it is,
that broke the divide.

A memory? Perhaps.
Though it all seems real.
The darkness, the world.
A glass shattered zeal.

In folly, the glass.
Though we never held dear.
that is really our world.
Exposition made clear.

For it is, as we are.
A mosaic now shattered.
Now divides by the kings,
forever-more after.

Lyes here, a world.
A story now dead.
A darkness as thick,
and as heavy as lead.

[I'm seventeen, I just wrote this and would like honest feedback, not just a stupid smily face. Thank you as this will help me become a better writer hopefullu]