You know these citadels are all in vain
They only have a brief life to tell
Like empires marked by time
whose emperors fall, but not after
they’ve only told the world the story
which was convenient for them to tell!
There is no glory in boastful pride,
but there is a sublime glory in humble pride!
Those lines told in cryptic verse by troubadours
Those timeless narratives of raconteurs who lay the reality of true heroes
in breaths and breadths of mythology. Like eternal dragons breathing eternal fire!
And I know they left these hidden precious golden threads
of us, deep in the catacombs where the most exotic wines
are yet to be discovered…deep in the mines where such a
precious metal as heretofore untouched is yet to be explored!
Were we mere shadows; but in fact, the strands of the universe?
Oscillating between dimensions, making their atoms matter
with our energies that scale space-time in a moment as well as in an eternity.
You and me. The first stars of the first storm that became the Universe.
You and me. An iota of substance that became the countless suns
that burnt forever in space! You and me. Forever!
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