Opera

There I was at my castle window admiring the sun, so radiant and magnificent when I noticed a stranger gazing upon me or was I the one gazing upon the stranger.

I love the way the sun's rays dance on my skin leaving it all tanned up and how it caresses me making me feel warm and cozy inside but this time the strangers gaze was more radiant and I couldn't concentrate on dear sun since there was something eerie about this stranger. I could swear that our eyes communed.

I could feel vibrato waves thrust with squall potency.
like an opera singer
you stood there signing a song that sent my castle walls crumbling to bits.
a song only I could hear,
I was on the best seat of the house and everything was unfolding before me fanatically.

A battle was brewing,
knights on opposite sides
Brunhilde with her horned helmet
brassieres made of metal pointy as needles
two opposing foes were out for blood and for some reason I felt I was the prize.

The battle ground was my mind and I still don't know who has won
although from this agonizing headache I can tell the opera singer hasn't diminished the air in the lungs.
This opera has me on edge and I fear it won't be over till the fat lady sings.

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