FRAGILE EMPIRE

In the desolate chambers of the heart Breathed the queen of mirage sanctum, Allegiance with mind, body and soul its only dictum. Her divinity set the pace of everything in motion , Thousands of contemplations, effused by illusion. A crown studded by intertwined vessels , an epitome of apical resonance, Beating each moment, patterns of euphony and discordance. Caressed by warmth, even in the unconditional weathers of cold empathy, A gift of vitality or a curse of sympathy? Only a drop of benevolence to resuscitate the bewildered eyes . Tangles of fate, a hope of faith, an immortal lie. PRMDR