I see a spark ,or a subtle remark
In a fire that once raged
abrupt and ablaze
Celestial with her gaze
with passion and a pace
A hope that doesn't disgrace
A desire so divine
An Empire so pristine
reduced to scrapes
A hush ,a whisper
Or a gentle breeze
A thunder ,A strike
Or a smoldering blaze
Might stir a remake
But many remain blithe
much persist but in vain
They stop,
They wait,
They endure,
They hope,
But alas all in vain
As Swans,
gracefully glide across water
But whirl heads in misery
and crush hearts from shivery
As their pair lose souls
Yet again I spot flare gleaming through her eyes
Thrusting into the skies
tearing through the clouds
soaring unto heavens
Now the clouds burst
They rain down quenching her
She gasps for breath
appalled in agony
It ceases her glimmer
It halts her vigor
Her sparkling eyes
Soaked in tears
Her striving spirits
washed to shore
By lustful souls
And beasts of the grove
they smother her desires
And yet we stay reticent
Unabashed ,unbothered
No more cries no more lies
to free herself from illogical lies
One or the other girl
One or the other day
Die from immortal pain
And yet we do not shake