In the witch’s old castle, the ancient dust lay deep,

Where snow-covered fables awoke from their sleep.

Sweet relics entwined, breathing tales of your past,

And wearily whispered your secrets at last.

Your tender eyes sparked with a warm, amber glow,

Why years of this stubborn and punishing "no"?

What scares you about me? You're all I desire,

Why craft so much pain, why this merciless fire?

I crave every gesture, your voice, every word,

I'd give you pure bliss, even left and unheard.

Just let me stay near you, no battles to fight,

Your servant, but living and breathing tonight.

You walk away blindly, a ghost slipping by,

Your glance is a landmine, you leave me to die.

You play the poor victim, but wield the sharp blade,

New dreams will arise when these shattered ones fade.

What tale will you whisper, my pirate? What sighs will escape in the dark?

Let me be the princess you worship, the heaven that catches your spark.

We'll flee through the gardens of moonlight, and fall in Columbus's snare,

We'll pay him with other men's ransom, and keep just the shadows we share.

We'll hide in the velvet of darkness, entwined in a sensual knot,

Where bitterness, quarrels, and sorrow, and everyday noise are forgot.

Just two of us, free of the burdens, adrift on celestial streams,

Our path, and the wind, and the planets. The stars, and of course, our wild dreams.