A shadowy gloom in the brazen eyes
Even as the castle gleamed of gold
Of bastions and keep and sally ports.
Nine days and nights of sweat and toil
An immaculate castle of imagination and sand
In the eerie beach, doused in the gleaming moon
His perfect gift to the moon of his eyes.
O Alas! A sudden caprice of the profound azure
A demented breaker came frolicking by
And the castle reluctantly melted away
As angst and agony filled his heart.
The crestfallen and dejected prince wondered
of intense dream that had razed his mind..
and woven in a fabric – now torn!
When lo! An astral projection! A golden sight!
The night was short; like an elf he toiled
Picking and packing….weaving and sewing
with hands that with glory had wielded blade
as he cursed fate – bent on testing him.
The last chance to make amends
Of a day that would be a fairy tale
With fumbling hands he finished the work
Just as the chirping birds announced day break.
“My Sire..” harked the messenger in a broken bow
“..the Lady comes.” And his eyes turned.
Behold! “The blood of my bloods!” he exclaimed
And time stalled for a moments flick.
Draped in white, an earthly goddess
More enchanting than a mermaids song
Radiant eyes that cast spells; ruby lips
that like Viero’s song uttered : “My Lord..”
Startled from a mesmerizing poise
He bent over and kissed her hand
Together they took a walk – proceeding the swell
Shallow footprints in the soaked sand.
And there rocking in the seething foam
Stood the long promised ship of lore
With mast and sail and fluttering flag
Sturdy and buoyant like a gothic charm.
They stood there, side by side, hand in hand
Her fragrance wilting his weakened senses
As the carrack drifted towards the crimson sun
Where destiny awaited its rumbling…
A castle of sand is never meant to stand
But tests the memories of sentience…
And some things are not meant to stay
But traverse the encumbrance of tidings…
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