Daydreams of Daydreams

She sat there in her golden chair,
Her long, wavy, golden hair,
Draped over a cream and gold, crepe and silk gown,
The loveliest woman in town,
...The loneliest woman in town.
Her square neckline accentuated her necklace of gold,
Her virago sleeves, with patterns of old,
And her wide skirt, draped over delicate, resting legs,
A languishing heart, in life's dregs,
Longing for a better life,
One without strife,
One where she's the wife,
Of an older, faery king,
Where she can be free to dance and sing.
And so she sits, and watches the ball,
The lovers waltz, to and fro, around the room they sprawl,
In her hand, a cup of tea,
In the hopes of calming the rough sea
Of emotions flooding her brain and heart,
Then she sees him, and it gives her heart a start!
His long, white hair,
His skin so fair,
His thin lipped, sweet smile,
His warm, kind, pale lavender eyes, that do beguile,
His cute wrinkles, mapping his thousands of years,
Beauty and kindness, that to her eyes, brings tears,
His tall, and slender form,
Long, pointed ears, longer than the norm,
And his graceful, delicate, yet strong, movements,
She doesn't care about his achievements.
She hears the music playing,
The strings of violin, cello, and harp, playing,
She sees him take her by the hand,
The hourglass is running out of sand....
He leads her, gliding across the floor,
Waltzing, close together, wanting to run, nevermore.
They dance amongst the crowd,
Yet they hear not the sounds, loud,
Only the two of them in the world,
Where her heart has unfurled.
But alas, she knows it not to be true,
Though no one has a clue,
As she sits and stares out at the room,
Her heart, filled with gloom,
Of what her daydreams are,
Or to her, what their words are,
As she hardly listens, to the people, odd,
And responds with only an occasional nod.
The Faery Prince, finds her sitting there,
Feet extended before her, a thousand yard stare,
Slouched in her decrepit seat, sad to be there,
Under a dead tree, in the dark of night,
Only illuminated by rays of the moonlight.
Frail, and just wasted away, she longed for him,
Longed so much, she daydreamed about him,
Daydreamed so intensely, she believed she was at the ball,
Daydreaming he was even there at all,
And that they were dancing away,
Her cares slipping away.
The sand in the hourglass was now long gone,
She was long gone.
She pined so long while he was at war,
Her daydreams got the better of her,
Her daydreams, had daydreams,
But she heard the music!
And she smiled, believing in the magic
Of dreams,
Where before she cried streams.
He held her in his arms,
Oh, how time and distance, harms!
He laid his head upon her weakend chest,
And listened to her waning heartbeat, her final rest,
Her last heartbeat was in his arms,
Her final breath, was in his arms.
He shed a tear,
And with a wave of his wand, and a lack of fear,
He ended his life,
And laid beside her, for the rest of time's life,
And that's how they found them years later,
Flowers and trees, growing through their corpses, fading skin, like paper.