The Citadel of Poetry

Resumption

Where the cessation of all the chaos is now gone
Furnishing all the broken turntiles that sums up the throne
Joyful regards fly through the wind of desire
The scent of every matter recreated we aspire
Like the candles on the walls are now light up
The water that is bluer than blue is refreshining in a cup
Where the stairs to the marvelous place for sight seeing
There we now see not only darkness but also alluring thing
Snivel it was before that turned to sublime tear
Long time we hear a growl where now we don't fear
Thunder rumbling and winter is freezing it was all before
Spring that is spiraling and summer is sweating now we cherish for
Stalk of thorns and a shattered moon was darkening
Where now flowers are blooming like the sun that is shining
Then where alone he was all hesitant to give affection that enters
Where the wicce showers splinter of decoration is hanged everywhere
Like the eyes of the lonely fellow that once had the scythe of desolation
Is now forgotten for what he was is now not he is
Where the shadows are all visible for the eyes of every seeker
For this one wicce who strived hard to disseminate the sadness of the reaper
Gratefulness is among the pleasure of the wicce
Where this wicce saw the greatness of this citadel that is fortificated
Inspired to climb and break the open wall
See not the wicce it was free for the reaper to steal his all
But not as what we see lightly that is allowed for
If only there that one that shows tenderness who will look deeper
Then for free all of what is deeply allowed is way better
For we do not see what is hidden not until unraveled the mystery
But through the eyes of the beholder who shows what is not to be showed
Waited for a passer to present great curiosity thought does not exist
Possibly for a chance there the passer revealed the suspicious mystery
Where it was then showed the citadel of a reaper
Covered with coldness and unusual spectrum of darkness
But for just a cause it is now warm that melts the hideous reaper
Where now that spread bliss was once eating its own snowflakes to freeze
And mysterious colossal warmhearted that shadows you for comfortability are trees
Propagate the delightful citadel where once covered of lies
For a trunk of sorrow that grew here never cut but now dies
Outspread everywhere and scattered euphoria leaves
There we see the greenish moss laughing and dancing that cleaves
Cause what the reaper had was himself and didn't have a choice
Instantly venturing to the endless alley of a peachy shimmering floor
Then countless steps to the radiating walls where luminous fondness is upon the door