Disclaimer: Add me to the list of people who don't own OHSHC please.
Author's Note: Something that has been nagging at me for the past week and till this day I don't understand. Why do men complicate things all the time?
Dawn is breaking,
Sleep eludes me.
Gentle slumber I bid thee,
Come quick to save me.
He dances like the wind, strong and free,
A fleeting whisper of my dreams.
And like the ever-changing winds,
The damage he leaves behind cannot be seen.
And even in my dreams,
I fall prey to his clutches,
Who will take me and flee this wretched castle,
Where he reigns supreme?
On his trusty steed,
He rides on, high and mighty,
Obsidian eyes meeting none,
And I'm just another, trampled mercilessly in his wake.
Time and time again, I will stand.
In my blood and sweat, I will rise.
For he is the dream,
That I pray will never end.
Though dreams are things of desire,
Perhaps in my dream he will see,
The toil and pain in his name,
And the goodness in me.
My prince of darkness,
Come what may I pray.
Rest in my slumber.
For in my dreams, you are mine to hold.
Dusk has come,
I welcome it like an old friend.
Envelope me in his arms of darkness,
And take me hostage to the wretched castle once again.
For I will settle for nothing,
But you in my dreams.
owari