Elysian Citadel
Reflection
In the realm of dreams, where ancient stones meet the sky,
A majestic citadel rises, born of myth and sigh.
Its domes and spires, like shards of light,
Pierce the heavens, a wondrous sight.
The river flows, a serpentine path,
Through gardens lush, where petals craft
A tapestry of color, scent, and hue,
As nature's beauty, and art, renew.
The bridge, a gentle arc, invites the eye,
To wander, lost, in this celestial city high.
The people stroll, in tranquil, leisured pace,
Their footsteps echoing, a gentle, sacred space.
In this haven, where the earth and sky entwine,
The Elysian Citadel stands, a testament divine.