In the Court of Spring I sought my own damnation,

in the Court of Dreams I found my salvation.

Because starlight lit my soul, and in his sickly golden light I was dim.

For in time I learned that I harbored a love for another him.

He was darkness and night,

and when he soared he took me with him to witness the sight,

of another world that I had been blind to before.

I learned and found myself to be not a chore.

Instead, I was kind, brave, intelligent and I was selfless,

All the golden one found me to be was selfish.

I was a puppet that refused to be patronized and pulled by it's strings,

until I was freed and given a pen so I could write my own endings.

If he was the Night then I despised the Sun,

for I shone more brightly in his darkness than the other's illuminated one.

In the Court of Dreams I found my salvation,

And now in the Court of Spring I sought out the Sun's damnation.