A brewing typhoon
from a far off land,
brought lightning and flood
into a remote kingdom.
Gusty wind shelled off walls
of façade painted in black,
thunders echoed, howling;
lightning is wits draining.
The vulnerable empress, stuck,
stripped of mask, stood naked,
helpless, overwhelmed by the power;
the feeling she has no control over.
Flood began flowing
amazingly Debris drowning,
fibers of resentment sinking
whilst strength leisurely recovering.
Shrubberies of doubts vanished,
rinsed every bit of foliage
of rooted ache and kismet heritage
lost the innate dominance of renegade.
New life spun swiftly a dawn;
freedom let loose a gratifying moan.
Consequently the well-meaning typhoon,
emancipated the link of pain; full grown.
Happiness litters every pathway,
flowers bloom in sanguinity.
Rain showers lovely melody
Comforting the heart from melancholy.
Time to get rid of old patterns and fears;
rainbow after the storm bares a change.
The kingdom finally has a king
To lead a better life the future brings.