Happily Ever After…   Looking around as the walls fall down in this crystalline palace of mine... The walls are so fragile, so brittle, so pure like china, like silk, like a child's tear... Memories of days, long since past echo through these halls... Reminders of days when the sun still shone like ruby raindrops... a rainbow...of...   ...hope...   Laughing at myself as I sit like a pauper on this stool of rotted wood... A tattered robe and mildewed finery my bedfellow and my lover... Gazing longingly at my now cold throne that I vaguely remember laughing from... Memories overgrown with the ivy of disillusionment like a weeping willow... with vines...of...   ...loss...   Singing softly, desperately, like a madman to my sword above the mantle long since pitted with disuse and neglect... Tired...much to tired to raise it again as the princess sings her siren's song from a tower across the glen... Wishes that sour and fall from the tree like a rotted fruit... the wine...of...   ...longing...   So I sit and I write and I watch the sky fall senses dulled with drink... A well thrown stone from the smallest of hands to crumble my domain... "A princess's voice should not become bitter", is the last thought I remember... Sinking slowly beneath the waves like a man, a tiny, tiny man in... the ocean...of...   ...forgetfulness...