The New Awaken

At dawn, a new man awake. The man rises to face the rising sun with its failing iris, stuck in a body of imperfection, the vision which saw the between of right and wrong...Reality.....he is awaken from the long slumber and new to this world.... The New Awaken

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Graceful Waltz 036

Graceful Waltz

Walking along the red carpet,
I saw the slim silhouette,
gently caressing the cold fabric,
up and down, so gracefully,
mesmerizing my entire sight,

Vibrant colour of fabric flew
like wind sweeping through the void
her alluring pair of eyes
Iris of sapphire colour, perfection in shape

the irresistable crimson red lips,
the trim arch eyebrow,
a beauty beyond words,
what a sight to behold,

Even as the crown sat ahead,
one who authority over the vast land,
whose command tremble many and afar
his very present demand submission,

My subconciousness succumb to desire
like the many who has done so,
the swirling of her tender arms
the light and soft steps yet full of life

As my gaze alligned to her direction
i stopped myself in my tracks
half aware, half lost, i stammer
a conflict, a dilemma, what am i to do!

Only then i realized the situation,
i was before the emperor,
on a urgent mission to report,
ashamed at my incompetence,

I bowed down with trembling knees,
my head knock the floor in obedience,
shouting the glories of his majesty,
relaying my emergency news,

a short moment passed by,
the great and mighty commander realised,
and acknowledged my lowly present,
his gaze still firmly fixed on her,

i echoed the hall with concern cries,
rather disturbed at the news,
but the emperor shrug it off,
unconcern and left the dealings to his servant,

alast, the affairs of the empire are second,
i thought in despair at the eventual outcome,
a failing crown, resentful citizens,
all is lost, the beauty has won,

as i was led away, i glance once more,
such a rare beauty, there is only one,
she capture the emperor heart so easily,
how much more lowly servant like me,

i sighed, beauty, beauty, beauty came my mind,
the more beautiful a women is,
the scarier they are, the power they hold,
could even killed a mighty empire,
let alone mere men lured at her sight,
beauty, the deadliest weapon ever.

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