Our fight echoes from the kitchen walls.

Into rage we doth shall fall.

I leave you alone in the kitchen,

You'll cry if I listen.

Our bed is cold,

And I'm getting old.

But I will warm it alone,

Sleeping alone.

I can hear music a sweet divinity.

Sinful beauties dance past me.

Lush dark forests,

Seeping chorus.

Glowing couples dancing,

In the clearing, prancing.

On a white marble throne,

A bewitching man, all alone.

A wild silver mane,

A seductive game.

Standing to pull me close,

Down my back his hands ghosts.

Lips move in sinc,

Lust on the brink.

And dancing we sweep the floor,

Longing for more.

They stop to watch us dance,

I want to stop, but I can't.

The music turns to screams,

His skin turns green.

Nails drawing blood,

I claw through the mud.

Desperate to get away,

They chase of the fay.

Stumbling back into my room,

From the bed I zoom.

Burst in, and grab him,

Our apologies ring out in a din.

Wrapped in each other's arms,

Well sleep without alarm.

A king watches as the lovers doze,

She'll be his, that much he knows.