Dusky-eyes chasing the floating cloud
Enchanted at the grace of the faraway hill…
‘Paradise of the disheveled mind’
She hears a velvety whisper from nowhere!
The crown she wears, the sharpness of her sword
The heart so very wounded and the fading memories of a lost Love
The twilight knows not the dark nights in the glass palace
The rain can’t smell the blood beneath the marble floors
The heart can’t find the past withered behind the sparkling walls
The palace and the prismatic endeavors and the glossy shadows
She stands all alone on her regal palace
With the memories and the nightmares and the burning candles!