Cold Princess –
Rescued one thousand times
Presented with one thousand tongues of fire
One thousand dreams burned for your incense
One thousand dragon’s eggs returned at your whim
And yet you did not melt
I will not learn to be your cold fire,
Keeping a thousand year vigil
No, I will meander a path celestial
And take a star as my lover
The whisper of our fingertips will ignite the oceans
For the span of a single breath
And then we will fall as Lucifer
Consumed, a rain of ashes and stardust
Kings will heap pity on us
The Cold Princess will not look at us
The tide will steal our names
And only the sorrow-laden poets will remember us
But oh, we will burn!