Monday, October 12, 2009

Hail him

In a country called childhood
where he knew he'd be king
He built a palace of sunbeams
And trained nightingales to sing...
...of stories of waterfalls
That fell into the night
And fortresses of dust-storms
of formidable heights
He guarded the valleys
With skies crotcheted like lace
But by the time his country was a republic
Children had left the place

2 comments:

omnithere said...

daaaammmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn cute .... hehehehe!!! :)

Ashish Shakya said...

I really like this one. Reminded me of Metallica's Unforgiven.