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