She's like the wind through my tree
She rides the night next to me
She leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
She's taken my heart
But she doesn't know what she's done
The King of the Goblins sighed from the throne on which he lounged. The throne room was empty, and soft music drifted through the air, his lilting voice joining in as he sang softly to himself. In his right hand he held a crystal, contained therein was the image of the only woman he loved. Sarah Williams. His mismatched eyes burned as he gazed at her sleeping form. It was the eve of her twenty first birthday, on the morrow she would be a full adult in the eyes of her people, and she would be expected to put aside such childish fantasies as the Underground.
Feel her breath on my face Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe I have anything she needs
She's like the wind
A feral growl escaped his throat, as he heaved the crystal against the stone walls, shattering it on impact. She would be lost to him forever! It had been three long years since she had last called upon her friends: the crude little dwarf Hog-podge, the yeti, or the guardian of the bridge through the Swamp.
He conjured another crystal, forming this one into a mirror. He was not pleased with what he saw. Though still beautiful, being Fae, and therefore immortal and unchanging, his eyes negated the youthful lie. The mismatched orbs were clouded, darkness hovering in the edges, showing the darkness and age of his soul.
I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself That she'll stop the pain
Living without her I'd go insane
He closed his eyes, his body swayed, remembering the illusion he had created for her when she had been in his power all those long years ago. He had crafted the scene from her gossamer dreams, drawing the details one by one from her hopes and desires. But his magic, such as it was in this place, was imperfect, and had polluted the scene, warping it. Instead of the magic ball of a fairy tale princess, the masks had been hideous replicas of his servants, frightening her, and finally allowing her to escape from his power.
Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe I have anything she needs
She's like the wind
He was a fool to think he had anything to offer her. A dying land and goblins as subjects. That was no life for her, she deserved so much more. He was an exiled Prince dropped in this out of the way patch of weeds so he could no longer cause trouble for the Sidhe Court. The Aes Sidhe were not a race known to tolerate imperfections in any form.
Feel your breath on my face
Your body close to me Can't look in your eyes
You're out of my league
Just a fool to believe (Just a fool to believe)
She's like the wind (Just a fool to believe) J
ust a fool to believe (She's like the wind)
Just a fool to believe (Just a fool to believe)
She's like the wind (Just a fool to believe)
Just a fool to believe She's like the wind
His familiar smirk crossed his face, as a wicked twinkle took up residence in his eyes. Perhaps… Just perhaps it was time to return to court. He stood, and, after straightening his gloves, shifted into owl form, and flew from the castle.
(Just a fool...) (She's like the wind) (She's like the wind) (Just a fool...) (She's like the wind) (Just a fool...)