Having
insight of the excursion hereafter
I must be
geared up for the ruthless storm,
As the
slumbering diva is longing to be awake,
To dwell in
a terpsichore and amusing warm.
Dawn would
drizzle to persuade I know,
Waves would
steer the course to sway,
Merely to
heed the stillness of the dark
But,intended
aurora does not stay.
And how far
will she unfold the nightmare ,
In the
distant palace amid heavy woods?
I can’t
await for the demon to come
And satiate
her domain with brutal falsehoods.
Thou , the
diety of immortal divineness
Emanated the
irresistible impulse of this voyage.
Also devote
thine devotee, the asset of valor
To furbish
the covering and halt the ravage.
So that I can
adjoin her to the radiant sight,
And take her
out to the tiny hole.
But ahead of
it, let her visualize the divine
And
acknowledge Me, ‘Her Soul’.
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