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 © | Year Posted 2015

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