It makes me cry

With a silent sigh

To know that my prince

Will not come.

He will not come

On a blinding white horse

And fight for my love

With heroic force.

Dressed in black

His manners do lack

But inside

He’s sweet and kind.

My prince of night

Who pretends to fight

All that shows his love.

In my heart

I knew from the start

That he would not come

Away to a world he’s not from.