The Vision of Mirzabad


In the land where the river bends,

Where the mountains meet the skies,
There stood a palace, grand and vast,
A vision born of whispered sighs.


Mirzabad, the city crowned,
Its towers high, the walls unbound.
A kingdom built upon a dream,
Where time and space do not redeem.


The air was thick with incense sweet,
A scent of flowers at the feet,
And by the river, swift and deep,
The waters roared as if to weep.


From the hills to the plains below,
The land was lush with verdant glow.
And in the shadows, deep and wide,
The secrets of the earth did hide.


The moon above, a silver disk,
Did pierce the sky with light so brisk.
Its glow upon the palace spire
Set the night alight with fire.


Within the walls, the vision grew,
A place of dreams, both old and new.
A thousand voices whispered tales,
Of forgotten gods and ancient spells.


The emperor, clad in gold and jade,
Sat high upon his jeweled shade.
His eyes were deep, his mind a maze,
And in his gaze, the world did haze.


He built his city on the dreams,
Of rivers that ran with endless streams.
Of palaces that touched the sky,
And gardens where no flowers die.


His kingdom was both dark and bright,
A place of shadow, yet of light.
Where rivers flowed with silver streams,
And castles rose from timeless dreams.


But in his heart, a fear did grow,
A fear of what he did not know.
For though the land was rich and wide,
There was no peace that could abide.


The winds began to howl and moan,
The skies turned black, the earth did groan.
The river roared, the trees did bend,
As if the earth had reached its end.


And in the midst of this great storm,
A vision came, both strange and warm.
A figure cloaked in shadow’s grace,
Appeared before the emperor’s face.


It spoke in tongues, both low and clear,
Of things that only dreams could hear.
"Your kingdom built upon the sand,
Shall crumble like the grains at hand."


The emperor, with trembling brow,
Could not escape the vision's vow.
For in that moment, deep inside,
He felt the shifting of the tide.


The winds did cease, the skies grew bright,
The city glowed with neon light.
But in the heart of every stone,
The emperor knew he was alone.


The palace walls began to shake,
The rivers rose, the trees did break.
And in the dark, the emperor saw,
The vision come, without a flaw.


It was not time that brought him here,
But his own thoughts, his deepest fear.
The city built in dreams and stone,
Was nothing more than dust and bone.


The mountains crumbled, the river dried,
The gardens burned, the forests died.
The emperor, now frail and weak,
Could only sigh, and softly speak.


"You’ve come to claim my fleeting reign,
To take what’s built, to end the pain."
But in the vision, there was no sound,
Just emptiness, where peace is found.


And so, the palace crumbled fast,
The fleeting dream was gone at last.
Mirzabad, the kingdom grand,
Now lay in ruins, lost to sand.


The winds still howl, the skies still weep,
The river roars, the mountains steep.
But Mirzabad, once bright and bold,
Is now a memory, lost and cold.


Yet in the dreams, the story lives,
A tale of what the future gives.
A kingdom built on fleeting dreams,
And all the truths that silence screams.


For those who seek to build their might,
On dreams and visions in the night,
May find the world will turn away,
And all their dreams shall fade to gray.


The storm may pass, the winds may cease,
But in the heart, there is no peace.
For kingdoms fall, and dreams do fade,
And in the end, the debts are paid.


The vision of Mirzabad, so grand,
Was built upon a fleeting sand.
A lesson learned, a truth so clear,
That nothing lasts, and all must fear.



This poem explores the ephemeral nature of dreams and power, much like Kubla Khan, while drawing on a vision of an imagined city that rises and falls, reflecting the transience of human ambition and the profound truths that dreams can reveal. The imagery of a visionary kingdom and the looming threat of ruin evoke a sense of wonder and caution.


Mirzabad, fleeting dreams, ambition, transience, power, downfall, kingdom, vision, impermanence, empire, nature, fate.

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