In deep dark halls,
Wherewith silence sings,
And dervishes spin...
A robe of whisper,
And prayers afloat...
Seekers of truth
In every moment.
No crowns hath pressed,
Upon his brow,
Just dust & stars
As guides...
Thus whirling around,
In sacred madness.
The dervish sings,
Of madness
& love.
In mirrored palaces,
Doth a queen walk
Bejeweled gaze
& a proud hand.
She rules with fire,
& lament...
Carved in lament
She dareth dream,
Of rivers deep
& the unseen.
Their paths,
Collide by divine
Fate...
Love, crown or devotion,
Dervish spins
& queen doth rise.
Truth & skies
Thus become
One in unity.
End
Subject: Th poetry explores union of two opposites via royal metaphors.
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