The walls, they tell stories.
Stories of legends, plays,
And romance.
This is his sanctuary;
His place of escape.
The honor of being here now
Is so surreal.
I think Cupid's arrow
Has stricken my heart
In dead center.
I can hear them now--
The demons of Hell, singing
Like angels,
And angels of Heaven,
Sinning like demons.
The one thing they have in common
Is their envious, loving eyes
As they gaze upon Fairytale Castle.
