Sun rises to an arcane land,
Twilight cruises over classic skies,
With subtle grace descends to kiss,
The dewy petals of pink orchids!
The bees hum a strange fore-lore,
And leaves nod intoxicated,
Of love, of dreams, a tale of yore!
And a girl who was hated!
Beyond the pane of shining glass,
Caged by her self, she stares,
Her soul rambles across the land,
On scroll, her heart she bares!
Fountains of emotions spout,
As words escape her quill,
Papyrus damp with ink,
And tears of living against her will!
In her dreams she breaks free,
To rule beyond the horizon,
Where heavens paint the glee,
Where, the war has been won!
A prince, she awaits to set her free,
Every wish fulfilled with twin dreams,
Unknown to her, in silence he waits,
In her freedom, a lost soul he redeems!
PS: image courtesy - lusete @ deviantart.com
