#WritcoPoemPrompt35
By the flickering light of an ancient lamp,
By the twinkling waters of an ancient river,
The dancer entertains the heathen enemies.
This fascinating history forever etched in stone,
Is a monumental discovery in the dreams of the reality,
The success was kissing their feet in the end,
The fame all they have was blasting likt the stars,
All they ever needed in life money and fame,
The saint witnessing the dreams of the man,
You haven't earned a single penny, the man roared,
The saint all calm, took all the curses and the words,
The saint was the lamp, the all fame and love,
The death was inevitable, rest you know,
But who cares, this is life at last and the world moved towards materialism!
© ruineddevil