Wednesday, 26 September 2012

the intruding monarch

To the tabued sphere, the monarch takes her overt entrance day in, day out. She shoots fireworks to the four winds as she queens over the paths. Even so, a thousand and one jump through hoops only to rain on her parade. A tempest in a teacup, that, she considers. She too, a magus, can unbar the idyllic demesne with multitude of unfamiliar chants. However, the inmost stays under wraps despite her countless intrusions. But the truth of the matter is, this domain is already conquered by an enchantress whose face has remained veiled then and now. 

 In the tabued sphere, the monarch awaits the vanquisher.

1 comment:

  1. Even if you will be swarmed with a thousand and one intruders with a million and one chants, there are still those few who could still see the real you. What's good to know is, you are still loved no matter what masks you wear.