nothing more would delight
me than to paint his dizzy perception
plant daisies around his castle
and light candles in his dungeon
his soil so capable of growing pretty things
his world so dark and shadowing so much beauty
And I'd embrace the fire-breathing dragon and tell it
to stop keeping love away and spit flames in a new direction
I'd blow a kiss to the sweet sleeping prince
so when it'd find his lips, he'd awake
to a world that he deserved
something resembling his reflection