Firethorn's Den

A Tale of Two Cities

Let me tell you a story of a girl
who once lived in the desert where
the sand was not as gold as that of
Egypt's but rather was like crystal
powder of diamonds. Every night she'd
dream of her prince in a faraway land
where the ocean rippled like emeralds
teasing the edge of the aquamarine sky,
and once in awhile a jeweled rainbow
would paste itself on the sky hammock
for her to see of which one day she was
lured to follow; hence her long journey
began with the golden sun guiding by day
and the silver moon lulling her to sleep
by night until she was exhausted beyond
her sanity but she set her mind to finish
the trek; she would kneel and pray in
the temple of doom offering up her poetry
to trade for her success as though she
was sure God would grant her the wish.
Though I was skeptical but God must have
listened to her for her eyes finally
caught sight of her languid dream's Eden.

With unbelieving eyes, he gazed at the
vision appeared before him shrouded in
the color of hazy moon like the elusive
ghost of the mist that had been haunting
him in sleeps; but it was her wondrous,
telltale eyes, the color of stormy sky,
that forever would chain him to reality...

 

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