Your little lies and half-hearted honesty
Make up your maudlin mask of melancholy

Cloistered in your castle by the roaring river
Isolated cries give life to your tranquil torment

The world will see you as a quixotic queen
Unburdened seemingly to the unknowing masses

A beautiful break or valiant victory
Lay in your future of exhausting effort

Project your perfect stillness towards me
I’m a fool for you but you don’t fool me