I wish...
Two words. Two words at the beginning of the sentence. Two words that allow him to enter her world. Just those...two...words.
"I wish the Goblin King would take you away...right now."
With that sentence, he enters our world, bent on seduction, bringing the whimsical. Who else but the Goblin King would place a castle at the center of the Labyrinth? Who else would make the purpose of the Labyrinth to draw us into his world with the path we took to get there ever changing?
With each fantastical image of a world not ours, I became more and more enthralled. Take me away, oh Goblin King, as the world falls down around us. Take me away to a hidden world underground, away from the people with no imagination. Take me away, with you.
She broke free when she said, "You have no power over me." Six words. Six words to break the spell two created. Six words which brought her back to a world that falls apart as it spins.
Six words that took him onto his next great adventure.
I, however, refuse to say those six words. The Goblin King forever has my permission to whisk me away to the castle beyond the labyrinth, for masquerade balls to dance at as the world spins itself into oblivion.
Long. Live. The Goblin King.
RIP David Bowie