Kingdom

The arcade empowers a kingdom
Concealed by deity
To villainous humans eccentric touch
Fortifying the gate of faithfulness.
There lives a young lass
Whistling the language known to the soldier 
Fighting in the battling grounds,
Reaching for the enchantress's love.
Forbidden act ,grinding of the sands
Waging a war , in the protected lands
To eliminate the two souls emerged in the war and warmth of love.
-Rishali Richard

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