The whole day on her feet,
Sorrounded by green and weed,
In the distance the call of a sheep,
Breathing in deep.

Her aura is violet,
She carries herself like a hyacinth,
The space around her appears sunlit,
Her silence almost frightening.

Dark grey are the walls
Of the castle, drowning out her calls.
Who will catch her, as she falls
And rund through haunted halls?

His eyes are a shade of blue
Like the sea around Corfu.
He has seen her fall through
And painted her sky anew.

His fire burns bright red,
Her image in his head.
Long ago he had
His armour ready clad.

Orange was the sky,
When she learnt to fly.
Now she sings her lullaby
Solely for thy.