As we enter the castle,
We sing the song of ice and fire.
For he’s like ice, freezing cold,
And I exist with my burning soul.
He calls me poison, as in poison ivy.
But I wonder he knows,
That I’m a mirror he sees.
His turpitude creates a blank eclat,
As he looks across the water and smiles,
Smiles egregiously or so it seems.
“Look,” his gravitas disappeared again,
“Won’t you go over there?” he said.
I walked, as he pointed, as gracefully as I could.
I looked up to see an equally graceful landscape.
“It is beautiful, my liege.” I say,
“Which place does this little canvas potray?”
Before he could answer, I looked once more.
It wasn’t a picture. Of that, I was sure.
“It is a portal” he said,
“It takes you wherever you want to be.”
He took my hands close to his chest,
I could feel his heart on my fingertips.
He isn’t human but his heart does beat,
The divine rhythm of elements entwined.
I realize that he is earthly, my liege.
