Sitting by the window,
The maiden looks out to the garden.
Running fingers through her hair,
Twirling, twisting, curling, braiding.
And the cuckoos sing while spring flowers bloom,
As the morning light hits the dew kissed leaves.
She lets out a sigh, almost a whisper,
Dreaming, wondering, wishing, crying.
Rapunzel, waits, by the window,
For spring to find its way into her life.
Rapunzel, waits, to let her hair down.
To see the end of this strife.

So the shadows haunt, bellowing winds from the east roll,
That cease the air and make heavens open their gates hallowed.
Rising sea serpents from the waters below
An old man's tale, one that came to life,
One that death foretold.
The horns sound, waves of danger, fill the seas and rock.
The ******, raging a battle within and out.
May their prayers run a courageous course,
Through the swift winds and upwards, where an entity resides.
Let their voices resound above the trade winds and thunderous storms.
Oh ******, may your prayers see beyond the clouds.
May them, grey clouds clear and the stars come out.
Sing your songs oh ******, to the moon,
This storm will run its course and see its end, soon.

A long forgotten song, his name echoes through my being,
By his side, I feel no pain nor I hold no fear.
I see him rise, from the waters, a mass of strength and shield,
His eyes set free, a certain way, I kept concealed.
And as he walks into the darkness, his presence sets it ablaze,
To move mountains bare and hearts to pledge a solemn swear.
In his hands, he holds not just strength but empathy,
If in his thoughts there is a rightful world, I know I'll seek no refuge.
His words fall like lightening, on sand, to create a sculpture hued with respect.
He is like the first rain that seeps through my barren soul, filling crevices whole.
And when the sky turns gray, and mountains spew smoke,
This companion, I find in him, knows good and spreads it for all to be.
With him by my side, this world, we'll run free,
Even if the raging winds or deafening roars,
The fallen skies, and broken oaths try and wreck our souls,
'Tis a man I know, one with whom I'd love to be.

In the dead of the night
I open the doors to let you in
In the stillness of the night,
Even our heart beats resound
Behind us, the night looms, let the doors shut.
Give you the keys, to my soul within
Bare you my heart, these strings, you can strum
I hold you close and you breathe me in
Your lips, mine to taste and love
With every whisper and every touch
Every part of my being aches for your lust
For the first time in forever,
I feel alive under your cover.

The dusk with its setting sun
Hanging low upon the seaside.
Rising tides, promises of forgotten nights.
The sky, with an orange hue, graying.
The distant rumble of an oncoming storm
The wind picking up speed,
Steadily climbing to its zenith.
And here I stand facing the world,
A life starting to take its toll.
In a while, the waves will rise,
Rise and engulf the shore.
And here I'll be, right where you left me.
Hope, setting low as the sun.
And in these waters I will drown,
Willingly, blissfully saying my last vows.
In this rain, you won't see me cry
In this storm, I'll say my last goodbye.

And another life bids farewell,
Not having waited long enough,
*For the rising sun.

This is you,
Its about you, how you adorned a veil
And hid beneath it all your life.
When the deepest of your thoughts,
Turned and gave their evil smile,
All you could think was how much
In the dark, you could be who you are.
And looking at the mirror
All you could see were the scars.
The despair in your voice
Sadly no one bothered to give you a hand.
You'd pluck at yourself all day and night
Thinking what you see is all that there is to what you are...

This is me, myself and I
This soul behind the skin, no longer has a voice, a heart
An undertone, I choose to hide in the dark
This mirror lies, but I can't see through that
Clawing at the surface, stabbing at the fresh wounds,
Letting the blood flow, maybe slash and burn
There should be something behind this disgrace
This face, no perfection, no longer a sight
The curves of my mouth always turned down
And my eyes can't see past the tears...

This is all just me,
    Its about me, how I see myself
        In the mirror, in someone else's eyes
             How I close mine, not even dare to look
                 *At the demon that stares back.