The Unspoken Tale

In the mine filled with heap of gold 

She came across this antique of scroll 

The manuscript of birch inscribed with hieroglyphics 

It symbolized a forgotten folklore of Philotes 

With a grievous loss and beginning of amity 

She diverge across the jungle deep 

Emotions within went on a roller coaster ride 

Embracing the new ideology she took a leap of faith 

Sojourn at the relics of the knights of the round table 

Trees bestow her the sweetest of fruits 

Embellished green carpet with a myriad of whites 

Admired the gorgeous primrose, dahlia, snowdrop 

Persuading manly voice interrupted the silence 

As he escorted to this square tiled ground 

Breath taking mannequins of wood stand tall 

Each men waiting for their step on the chessboard 

He was a brave knight entitled her to be the queen of white 

Clans of both the domain clashed 

The pawns captured and displaced 

Conquering the white he concluded a checkmate 

Horizon was pastel amber red as the dawn set 

Smoky aura filled the nose with a bonfire lit 

Pot brimming with a vegetable broth 

Sheltering herself with the silage 

Under the increscent moon with starlight sky 

Filled with mellow he heed her notions 

Serenading her the panacea 

He healed the wound she fought 

Closing her eyes with radiant smile 

She christened him as " Teth " 

For once did she ponder about the existence ?

Thus she cherished it as a memoir.