By Albert Park Lake beneath the noon’s bright gleam,
two warriors clashed in a painted dream
their swords met air, not flesh or bone,
each strike rehearsed, yet fierce in tone.
Cosplay armour, plastic pride,
clanked softly where the swans reside;
helmets glinted, cloaks took flight,
echoing tales of myth and might.
Behind them gathered, a laughing band,
more heroes born of comic lands
caped crusaders, elves, and knights,
posing boldly in borrowed fights.
By the kiosk’s shade they cheered and played,
their colours bright, their worries stayed;
the world spun gentle, time stood still
pretend became the truest thrill.
Sony A7RV
FE 50mm f1.2 GM
Check out Candid 994
No comments:
Post a Comment