I'm locked inside my heart's tower;
the warmth and taste of your lips lingers,
and I know you haven't gone far.
If you appear tomorrow night:
I will throw myself down at you,
forget about my wings
in hope for your strong arms.
My brat prince,
you have listened
to my songs in the dark,
and you have come to set me free.
A.N: brat prince = refers to Lestat, who is Anne Rice's creation.