The World Of Night

Once upon a time, there was a girl, as there so often is.

Then there is him, and he wants her to be his.

She said goodbye.

And he cried and cried and wondered why.

When she left she broke and took his heart.

He had thought he had been so smart, when he played his part.

Now he sits all alone.

With no Queen on his throne.

She sits all alone.

And dreams of Kings, gowns and thones.

With a pain now well known.

She looks out the window, on her own.

Her eyes search the skies.

She looks for the owl, which normally flies.

He looks on from a distance, knowing not to get too close.

He's watched her age, as she grows.

But he can't stay away, and knows it's too late.

She has seen him, he knows it, maybe it's fate.

They talk and talk all night long.

And finally they hear the song.

They're in love, finally they see.

He gets down on bended knee.

He offers her love, and a crown, for forever and now.

She agrees and they take their vow.

He is her King, and her his Queen.

Now she is ready at only nineteen.

For you see this love s true.

This is something everyone knew.

She is his hero.

She thinks she's nothing more than a zero.

He is her dream.

And when their eyes meet, they both gleam.

For this is love you see.

As true as it can be.

AN this has been on my laptop for years and after the recent heart breakig news I decided to post it, i know it's not great but please be nice. RIP to my hero xx