The testament of His glory, gilded by the stars. A dome above, carved by hands divine, from where His mercy pours Rejuvenating Earth and all in Her. As He rules from the throne above. He graced her, by many a hue in His palette; From azure to bronze. She reflects, like a mirror, The joy and sorrow of the Realm below.
Author: Manav Grover
Snow-capped, pristine as the Realm above, Glistening brightly as the Sun greets her, Tranquil and undisturbed, pure as a dove, Yet Chaos is not unknown to her, As she shrouds the graves of unfulfilled dreams; Of winning her, with her white shroud.