As i sit down to write something new....i just think about friends...and how lost i would be without them.
Frankly i was....so lost in everything trivial and everything that was nothing.To think of it
She was living but in a fortress,
Never knowing she was under constant stress.
Trying to prove everyone,
The worth of what she had done.
Staying in her fortress, in her shell,
Sometimes she used to dwell.
'Are all my inmates loyal?
Or do they praise me, for i am royal?'
She fooled herself into believing,
Its not a duty they are relieving.
Thus she lived, for years to come,
Remembering some forgetting some.
And then one day,upon her, it dawned,
She was all alone in this fortress,with its piers and pond.
What good sun,what bright light,did bring upon her,
You wonder, a revealation, a truth, for years, she did not see.
And then like a huge rock it hit,
That she knew not,who the word 'friend',fit.
Her world just reeled to a stop,
Someone had apparated inside her fort with a 'pop'.
And as though a spell had been put,
Her fortress withered away in a second,from head to foot.
Like a cocoon burst open, The butterfly flew,
Seeing and showing,everything she could and knew.
But then she stopped to look, the intruder she had feared,
With trepidation and doubt, even to battle she geared.
Alas!Her defences failed against the beauty at the opposite end,
And she atlast lost her alcazar to this beauty called 'Friend'.