By the fountain of dreams do I sit

It’s forged of porcelain and mysteries galore

In this castle of desires do I remain here by the fountain.

Was the fountain of youth ever this beautiful?

In the twinkling lights do I get lost

And so, you come wrapped in silk

Lips as plump as peach.

O, how mine twilight filled eyes feast for days!

I wonder, what does your nectar taste like?

For you see, I get quite bored in my castle of glass

Not even the frogs hop for joy anymore.

They abandon their perfect lily pads,

And for what?

By the fountain of dreams do I sit.

My blood is as blue as the ink that binds these words to paper

For nothing can contain them,

I am but a dog on a loose lead.

Just as the ivory columns that are engulfed with twisty vines

O, how I wish they’d twist around thine curves as my jagged hands wraps around your waist

I wish to all but wrap thou in golds and silvers

I only wish to illuminate the spark in you.

But I can never make you see it, can I?

O, how I pout and chew my tongue

For purple hues temporally blinds me.

Just as the fog confuses the hunter

Armour of bronze cannot save me now.

I wonder, am I too far gone?

O, how I love those doe eyes of yours

The Pleiades constellation dare not twinkle as much as thine eyes do tonight

And so, I helplessly drink them in as if I were in a trance

For I have been dehydrated for centuries.

Can you not see my castle of glass?

By the fountain of dreams do I sit

It’s forged of porcelain and mysteries galore

Thou dance as finely as the three muses do

Yet, your hips hypnotise me.

Tell me, where does thine heart lie?

For in this afterlife, I but lay my life out on the line

For angel wings cannot be bleached

And darling, your wings I’d like to fluff.

Why should the Cherubs suffice and not I?

I would but love you as Odysseus loved Penelope

Mine loyalty would not dare alter for a moment

And here at the altar doth I wait for a maiden draped in silks

Mine own present wrapped in gold.

Why should the Cherubs suffice and not I?

I say, let the fountain of dreams consume me so!

And so, the nymphs grab my neck and sing to me so.

For I sit the fountain of dreams do I sit

Its waters swallow me like Scylla and Charybdis swallowed young men’s lives.

O, how Scylla and her sirens needed a lifeline!

For the Cherubs suffice more than I.

And here, I will be trapped for an eternity.

I wonder, am I too far gone?

But she never came, and here I stay, waiting forevermore.