Captive Queen, Death Grants A Final Wish - Epilogue (2)

A fire brimming in the wilderness Glowing warm and inviting, white marble Walls formed by forgotten crafts and towers Conversing with insurgent suns unknown, Only exceeding their strength are their height Overlapping bands in rings of delight Mightily adventurous in their prime Bridging the foothold between earth and sky. Parapets staunchly displayed in weaving Squares, lining perimeters, and seeding Themselves through the paths of live mountain stone, Invading junipers and marigolds Cloning new buds of imagination In rife gardens of growth and gestation, Where honor and valor are interknit like the ivy that encompasses it, Strengthened by many intertwining stems Steadfast, viridescent as emeralds. Spires imbued with cross knit tracery, Pointing, peering into lamp filled skies, Whimsical, floating aft of clouds serene Attaching stubbornly to the sunlit beams. Mosaics scamper above marquee floors Meeting the eye through creaking thick hinged doors Occidental dances most rarely seen Within each other's arms as if in dream. I stand level with living things below Where the basest instrumentation's call Shrill notes resounding, cradling me back With the future coalescing with the past, In this present, thoughts and joy cannot die Trapped within the folds of eternity. Beneath this pale moonlight luxury waits For what is lesser, simpler to my taste. There the castle vaults the earthy sill Embowered in twilight's climactic still.