| "Goodnight, my Prince" my Princess says And turns from me to climb the stairs To our bedchamber; the candle's glow Casts golden light upon her hair As it did so many years ago When first I saw her, dreaming there, Lips parted for a kiss. Her breath so slow One might mistake her sleep for death. "Is that you, my Prince?" my princess sighs As she sighed then, yet now it chills my soul. Beside her in our bed I watch her dreaming eyes dart back and forth beneath closed lids. Each night it is the same. "Is that you, my Prince?" she murmurs softly in her sleep, and sighs and moans. What I would give to hear her moan my name while she sleeps - while something in me dies. Curse that fairy! For all her clever fairy schemes and all her magic fairy arts have come to naught - For what do fairies know of human hearts? A kindness turned into a curse; A maiden's hope twisted to a youth's despair; Each night my princess leaves me here and searches - still - for what I cannot give. Would she had died - that I would not have to live with knowing mortal flesh cannot compare to a hundred years of dreams. |
| Goodnight, My Prince |
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