Standing tall with his head raised up high
He took his challenge
to wash away the tears of his heart
and redeem himself instead
after series of sticky nightmares from the past
He went deepest down to the dirty underground
founding bundles and bundles of newfound bricks and mortars
into the hollow tube inside
and that now is filled with
His wisdom resembles
the grandeurs of some old gemstones
lying together, getting older
yet precious as ever
Like a stroke of calligraphy, gracefully
brushed on the soft white sands
surrounding his territory
where he stands
every one takes notice of his might
Take heed; I am holding him very close to my heart,
and that man is my castle.
