The Plight of Perfection

January 18, 2009
By Salman Husain, Wichita, KS

I caught a glimpse of that sacred land
when I gazed upon the sky
it shimmered like a silver mirror
and there the Heavens lie

It stood there in serenity
The dominion strong and bold
Its people gained their hearts' desire
and drank from goblets gold

Protected by a ceaseless strength
an evil it repelled
and so I tightly shut my eyes
when from above it fell

A single arrow, black and cold
was fitted to a string
and shot away with flawless aim
of fire it did sing

And like a shattered shard of glass
the mighty land crashed down
Darkness spread to mountains high
and it was never found

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