Invite me into your nightmares.
Open your gates and
I will walk by your side,
holding your trembling hand.
You are not alone in this.
Trust me.

Show me scars and I'll
show you beauty that
marks battles you have conquered.
Look into my eyes and see
Your rawest form and be not ashamed.
I am not.

My love is the infinite stars
That twinkle in the sky and
Set fire to your heart.
I will be your light in the darkest hour
And I will guide you to safety.
Follow me.

I am the still voice that will calm
your troubled waters,
bringing you peace.
Just believe me.
Allow me to enter
Your castle and together
We shall build a dynasty.

And those nightmares will become
mere memories...

Take a brush and paint that
child-like paradise.
You know, like the one
our elders grew up in.

Take me there and show
vibrant colors that swirl in
aerial winds before the
china blue and violets and rues

became fifty shades of gray.
Draw the trees as the giants they
were before they fell and nothing
became of them.

Paint the water before the rivers
ran dry and land was barren.
Splatter the blue to touch my feet
and cool my desert skin.

Paint this scene before me
and place a smile on my face,
then break the brush before
anyone can ruin that paradise

by making it like this one.
Then fold and burn it in your heart
and I will bury in my soul
this work of art so it is never forgotten.

Take these words and hold them dear
as proof that once I lingered here
within these hallowed written walls
that speak the fate of one and all.

Do not mourn me when I'm gone
heal your heart and carry on.
In sorrow ne'er my heart did dwell
for I was blessed to know you well.

Place no flowers, lay no stone
for barren earth is not my home
no marker there to bare my name
no mourners heads bowed deep in shame.

Shed a solitary tear,
then walk in light and never fear
as darkness creeps across the land
I will be there to hold your hand.