This place* she said you chose, it's you brought me this far.
The lone grazing horse cast us its saddest glance
filled with dark remorse for the tethered neck and all the lost chance.
The weeded palace was palled in gloom till lit a spark lovers' entwined arm the king must have loved in this room white satin on cold night bed warmed.
Roofless we moved not when came the rain not let go what for long was kept walled the horse knowingly neighed for what was to happen in that paradise of an undying make believe world!