I ventured restlessly to the land of emptiness where in the forbidden valley lies the cold Highness. I searched up the mountains, to the hills green, every teeny fountain that gives water clean. Ran through the forest, amber with prudence. The soft land which I caress has zero existence. Cunning hungry wolves lurking in trees’ shadows. Surprised owls hoots whose suspicious eyes follows as I creep noiselessly on the fresh crisp grass. Whilst the Highness drinks softly from the crystal wine glass. My eyes very keen and peeled as I search for my impress. I turned and I wheeled the love from the highness. I tuned down wealth and luxury for true love and happiness. I chose your companionship over the Majesty’s selfishness. With lace thin of strength and major high hopes, I strive to find the image of you. Days and night finding with a dream of our elope, I gaze on a tree with a silhouette of you. My heaven was filled with dismay and fires as tears rushed down my cold cheeks. Reality of blissfulness and gay is now a blur of streaks. Majesty’s self-love took its toll and put you in disturbed death. My dagger, I held it tall and pressed it on my barred chest. I saw your spirit smiling with content. As we held hands and our eyes fixed. Our lips touched and caress. Now we drift to our own eternity and sovereignty.