The Citadel of Poetry

Intervention

It's been a long time since the castle remained untouched
What's inside and outside were not the same
For a wicce breached the turntiles of glacier
With a kindness painted to her heart it was possible
Like the clarity of her eyes that melted the frozen fortification
And the aura she had that climbed with affection
It was that day when a wicce outraged and ruined the rampart
Weeping flames from her hand out to the frozen castle
Breaching not by chance but by true intention
Raging madness that spawned the wildest creature
It was her eyes I saw from afar that had desolation
There an opponent he guaranteed to doubt
With a look of a mystery that showed abduction
Using her cloak to shadow in her hideout
Or was he just blind to witness her solemnity
Maybe like a ghoul he hid with his darkest serenity
The reaper who reigned was out of control
Like a prisoner who outraged from the bottom that went to downfall
Who happened to be affected by her potion of sensitivity
Defending the castle that contained all of his
Not even once to be witnessed by whom to kiss
A kiss of the wicce that contained an unstoppable dark magic
For this reaper was frosty who hated warm and might happen to tragic
Expect not the response of the cold hearted reaper
With an eyes that absorbed all the gloomy traits from the crater
Spoken not by words but by emotion that caused struggle
That flew and dropped pieces of confusion to battle
Living the world of lie and feelings that cannot die
Made the reaper oppose himself to avoid the night
When he rolled endlessly to conceal the fight
Stopped the witch who interrupted the time of recovery
Positivity was ahead of this wicce looking for discovery
Wicce of the underworld who conquered aggressively
Who owned a black heart that no one could ever see
Not even the reaper himself owning the darkest heart cannot proceed
For what was hidden inside cannot reveal the mystery
This wicce herself was the mystery of her own ambiguity
Conceding was not the choice of hers that showed invulnerability
Hesitant the reaper who was hideous with his undying freezing mind
Like a falling crsytal admired by the reaper of the frost
With his mind that growled long time he knew he is lost
Day by day the castle slowly got destructed by the foggy wicce
The tremor of the mad wicce scattered the fragrance of luminousity
Where the reaper in opposite scattered caliginosity

Then who the luminary that ruled the district
Unwrapped the hidden of his authentic self
Where the rival of the reaper destructed the tower of glorious dark dreams
Not the reaper who did but the wicce who stopped the madly aims
For this wicce was misjudged and who owned endless gentleness
And engaged with steady scheme of tender clemency
Unveiled by a wicce who admired vigorous tender hospitality
Then lay ahead to tranquil the endless tantrum
Like the scattered mind that swayed in confusion and stayed in isolation
Where the shadow of the shadow now is not shadowy
Was once confident that hid in the nebulous keep
Now that endures the shafts of torrid benevolent
For just a lovely passer who was hostile that strived
It was shown by her eyes the firmness of her marvelous forethought
The wicce who was full love who owned the colossal heart
And a soul that kept the raging goodness will never be apart
When that day came, it was the antiquity of the grand conquer
Conducted by a wicce who executed the greatest affection through glare
In a citadel there where the heartless fellow belonged
Who wailed the symphony of the heart to regain the potential of his song
Here the wicce embraced her truthfulness to soothe through fondness
Wonderfully the wicce covered with cloak of confusion
Interpreted by the fallen fellow who thought of scattering diffusion
When before the lonely had the sharpest scythe that cut in time
Bewitched by kindness there given the scythe and turned to downfall
Now in the realm of his own acceptance to cede
Him the reaper who owns and spread the choice of defeat
Sacrifices his magnifence to endearment
For who is the unbearable and sleeps in the burrow
Shows now that warm courtesy vanquish any enigmatic own reality
Here the reaper sobbing to stop his loveless life
His mind that owns his body as servant shows lucid devotion
Admits by then the freezing reaper with his mind that was once sleeping in nobility
But now what's conquered is conquered against but reveals the dark serenity
There the wicce offers endless help of absolute integrity
Where the lonely fellow surrenders the precious dignity
Wakes up by a prominent wicce who cannot detest
'Cause in the eyes of the reaper who hides in prestigious tempest
He shows vulnerability that stops the chamber of obscure to bury
And there each layer forfeits its unshakable fury
Then the walls of modest welcome the entrant and generate fissure
To lead the wicce into his citadel of pure lovely nature