I'm sitting here until the middling evening
Have no fret for the past night threat.
It were too obvious;
Has led me to this smoky flakes.
I'm a royal albatross ;
over the shadow of titanic curtailed wings.
Ancestral skills, too authentic to adapt; Crafted so well,
forming fortress as an adoring piece.
I'm dancing from within;
Overly sensitive, uneasy to curb.
Resides just across the frozen flow;
Reflecting her own version of iceious glow. I'm sitting in greif as well;
Reasoning over and over with depth-
What would haunts her as hell?
To be stolen or to be a part of stealing.
In a moment;
My pupils are getting enlarge,
How would a opposite place could be soo stable in brain–Admireciuosly insane.

PS— it's a form of poesy about a castle which was totally burnt, drastically by the comrades indulging in war in order to captured her royalty, her legacy and her divinity but Infact it has drawn the attention of a trooper of another kingdom who has came to examine and inspect and was depicting her beauty, tranquility and her sobreity along with his feelings of being enraptured.
© zufi
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