oh dear, how tired you must be.
alive in your castle but hiding in the tower.
I still see the look on your face.
as you passed so eerily by.
a summer's day is for stealing.
that's what they told you.
they really taught you to play for keeps.
but don't you know you steal from yourself?
a silver stake in my heart.
and all your friends who love you more.
wait for me to sink beneath this lighting scorched earth.
where only tears will grow.
more wine and mirrors.
and may you never grow old.
or ever take your glasses off to see.
as for me? nothing but a dream...
our lady of the manor.
what shall we do it's tuesday?
with nothing but gold and dahlias to surround you.
and your mind so slowly, slowly spinning.
sven.