Fall On Your Knees

Footsteps harbor promises
kept in the depths of princes'
hearts, and in my prince's heart

But he isn't truly mine,
is he?
He's all hollowed out
on the inside,
more a shell of a human
than anything close to
a beating, breathing soul
I fall on my knees, pray
to God to heal him
of his frightful chair,
this hollowed curse
but, to the destruction
of my life's breath,
he sits, still, immobile
with empty, dark eyes,
and no peace, no love,
nothing, it seems, left for me

Wings flutter away
soft, yet heavy with laughter
they mock me, mock my love
and my once sweet prince

So golden and beautiful,
a crown of angel's tears
rested upon his head ,
as he sat on the image of the Divine's
most glorious throne
But his heart ceased beating
for things such as love
when humanity, with it's
devil's chains, came calling
demanding he rape, pillage, take and
take, lest he and his life be counted forefit
And to the dismay or my kiss,
he broke away from it,
left me alone, fallen on
my knees, wailing at the loss

Breaths, counted slowly now,
shuddering gasps I take ti
stay alive, wondering if my
prince will grace my last wish

But he isn't truly my prince,
is he?
He belongs to a lineage of royalty
and duty and my heart's
rung forefit
He comes, this vision of my life,
at my last hour, he stares
at me with those dark, dark eyes,
orders all to go
and finally whispers a plea from his
stoic, stone lips

fall on your knees,
mend this poisoned lover's heart,
make me whole, my champion,
my prince
You're forever my only wish
beyond life, beyond death

and with my final breath,
you fall on your knees, my sweet, sweet prince
and wonder why the gods and the angels
are so cruel to one
on so high a chair.
~brittany
4/29/11