The design team arrived.
Monstrous pieces of destroying equipment buzzed,
Tearing down the structure that I once called home,
To make way for the great work ahead.
The transformation rose up upon an empty plot of land.
The foundation was placed, secured and efficient,
Rooted deeply into the soil of time.
Quarters took shape within the whole.
Each with a unique form that sought to express a diversity of essence.
Windows let in the lights of day and night.
Door frames made ready for the gatekeepers.
Lush flora sprung up all around and a new fragrance emerged.
I looked in amazement at the new design resting upon the small kingdom.
The design technique had a brilliant stroke within it.
Who is the wonderful artist, I asked the builders.
With a smile they informed, "The Queen of Fire is Her name."
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About Me
- Vashti
- Trodding through the years of looking for me, led to the caverns of knowing that me was something more intricate then the design I had imagined I was the artisan of.