Grisaille

Just this side of the rainbow

There’s a castle on a cloudy gray hill

Where bluebirds turn into ravens

And the howling of the wind waxes shrill

There’s a princess in a tired gown of satin

Sitting lonesome in the highest eastern tower

Talking to the clouds and listening to the rain

Singing medleys with the chiming of the hour

Her world is but this solitary chamber

Where windows sit like paintings in the stone

And as she waits for miracles, she wonders

If misery loves company then why am I alone?