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Once upon a time.
There lived a king in the land of thorns,
bleeding, burning, full of woes.
High was his throne, heavy was his crown,
his neck was bent and head wore a frown.
Everything he touched turned to ash,
his feet resting over a dead carcass.
With his subjects gone in the dawn,
he ruled the kingdom all alone.
In the barren lands and garden of thorns,
he seeks relief from uninhabited scorn.
Blaming the thorns for bringing chaos,
he vows to rip them with pathos.
Vengeful he lunges for the spiny stems,
but prickles his palm and felt great pain.
Dark red with hints of black,
it oozed along with his bubbling rage.
When a drop fell on the land,
he heard the giggles of wind in distance.
Clouds thundered in the sky,
roaring, grumbling, happy with sacrifice.
As more crimson drops kissed the ground,
chimes of anklets rang all around.
Through the haze of thunderstorms and heavy rain,
he got the vision of heaven's lane.
In the middle of his thorny garden,
stood an enchanting maiden.
Clad in a silky garment that caressed her flesh scantily,
she wakes feelings in the king ever so slowly.
Detached from reality, mesmerized by her eyes,
the king falls to his knees, forgetting his pride.
The enchantress walks towards him, a seductress in disguise,
and plants a sweet kiss on his lips, bringing elation into his eyes.
The king now turned into a man,
Retrieves a dagger from his belt.
Cuts open his chest to present her with a priceless jewel,
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Nakshatra- An empire of Dreams and Nightmares
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