Mist
I pierced through a rubble of emptiness
And came out with a baked ice.
Encouraged by my loot, I journeyed
To the land of nothingness,
There I built a castle made of shadow
Glorious in its see through walls.
There I dwell a King to myself.
Copyright © Osuji Christopher | Year Posted 2015
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