As the night came,the gates of the fort closed,the never ending lines of people,
The numerous duties,the huge pots of food,the extra large family,with five men,their wives,
And a shared wife,as the Empress of a great kingdom,a mother,lost in her prayers,children running around,
Finally the empress could put her veil,adorned with heavy stones, jewellery,and perfected smile down...
Wearing a white garb,she would stand,alone,watching as the world rest,and hear the gentle flute from the other side..
And on her own sometimes she would pick up her flute,to resonate with it,her friend,brother from different mother..
And again in the morning she would be the Empress,born of fire,with perfect gait,perfect smile..
All she could never give up was that Lotus hairpin that her best friend,the blue skinned man had gifted her...
