IF ONLY ONCE UPON A TIME..

The onyx void of tearful echo,

ripples to a mirthful cackle, 

buried in the time and space of a far land,

where worries were forgotten,

And pain crept none.

Time where we played royals.

Space where courts were filled with balls.

A utopia of kingship.

A group of valiant knights marching in honor and scepter of rule commanding a halt.

And there she walks,

elegant in her gown, made with the purest of fabrics

designed with the innocence of white lilies.

Skin smelt fresh summer. 

Your grace, isn’t she a stare?

Her dance aligns with him,

with the string of a quartet from the atmosphere guiding their steps.

It was an endless dance of love,

The scene warbled to a wishing lake, the dwelling of the fairies.

Their pixies trickles to the sky and it was night.

Their gaze never wavered.

It was fixated, comforting and true.

Then it rains.

Rain of banter. 

Her man disintegrated as the rain washes him down.

The strings became thunder.

She sobs for a return and runs to the point of nowhere.

Now her consciousness awakens with a gasp of air.

And the realization makes her cry about the dreadful world of slavery.

Duty calls for her.

A man awaits her body.

Saw this piece from a fun hub!!!

Thought to share it here.

Catalyst crib was indeed creative.