Dream Citadel
Reflection
In the realm of dreams, a citadel rises high,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a wondrous sight to the eye.
Turrets and towers, a majestic display,
A testament to the power of imagination's sway.
The colors dance, a vibrant, swirling storm,
As the castle's beauty, the heart doth form.
In this fantastical realm, the boundaries blur,
Between reality and dreams, the lines are obscure.
The citadel stands, a symbol of the mind's might,
A beacon of hope, in the dark of night.
It shines so bright, a guiding light,
For those who seek, the path to inner sight.
In its grandeur, we find our own strength,
A reflection of our deepest, most profound length.
The dream citadel, a place of wonder and might,
Where the imagination knows no bounds, and takes flight.