He came to me
A shining man
Metallic swords
And endless chance
Paddling white horse
A silhouette in the beating sun
Golden rays brushing his shining sleeves
A dream unable to he undone
He offered his hand,
And off we danced
Twirling in the setting sunlight
Dipping and leading into the nights ascent
Under the sweet navy sky
Freckled with quivering white stars
In between the dark shadow trees
I fell in love, so hard and so high
Follows a morning sun
A valley of color and life
Noise, and time and sense resume
The perfect lovers day
But looking over
On the sweet sweet grass
He is not lying at the end of my love
He is walking to his mule
Wearing tattered clothing
His sword a gnarled rotting stick
Anything but shine
Anything but charm
"You are not my Prince"
I say to him
"I never said I was"