Defined clearly

Language Post the so called cold war
which languishing in the hidden corridors
has emerged
anew
casting shadows and generating new sign.

Cold has a signification, not heard of before
as though
it never happened
and yet it rears its head as did that serpent of Nizam.

The ode is such;
there was an incident
the Mother of Pearls
did one fine day
decide to leave the palace.

The ramparts of the forts stood still
as she the mother of Fortune
shimmered in the dark.

Yet the sleeping guard
could not fathom the light.

He stood and asked,
What can I do?

The voice was clear,
Can your my dear Sir,let the gate open!

Unfathomed this question
had just the answer.

Dear Lady,
me a keeper
should not let anybody out.

But can I ask his
Highness if
this is
possible.

This were his possible last words
and
he repeated it
to a waking Prince
and was
answered with a swoosh.

The word was such
the soldier
never reported the permission to go
and she stood the keeper of fortune
at the gates
to
get
an answer from the
dead.

And this is how the
beginning of the end began.

She stayed but out of courtesy
to show that word counts.

A show of drama
and no questions asked.

It is a first evidence of no-flight
a root
of
Shirt-front.

Easy lies and half truths
if only one was lost
credibility could be
assigned
to
a company gone rouge.

Where can I search for the remnants of
somebody
down in
water
or air.

Ethereal spaces these the corridors
of
power
often corrupting and
misleading
like the serpent
and the
never lost
truth.