She shattered. Your mistress watched her fall, with you by her side. You both stood, watching as her tears drowned what was left of her.
"Meet me there at eight. I pomise I'll be there. You promise you'll wait for me?"
"Forever if I have to."
She stood, watching, waiting.
(He's probably on his way right now.)
She watched as all those people danced in the moonlinght with their lovers.
(He'll be here.)
She watched as the punch started wearing down.
(I know he will.)
She watched as the people started fading.
(He promised.)
She watched as the vines began to curve along the walls.
(I promised...)
She got colder as her dress began to deteriorate along with the building.
Years later, she saw you.
(I knew he'd come!)
You held your hand out.
(What is he doing? I'm over here.)
A silver silk hand took yours.
(Wh-Who is that?)
She kissed your lips as you held down her new wedding gown.
(Wh-what are they doing?)
"The crown goes to Cindy Haupler and Jeremy Sans."
(B-But... That was supposed to be my crown...)
"The last dance goes to tonights King and Queen."
(I-I thought I was your queen...)
She watched as you danced.
She fell as you kissed.
She lost as you spoke.
"I'll aways love you."
"Forever."
This is a response of this poem:
http://theroseintheice.deviantart.com/art/Lament-of-a-Fallen-Princess-136512318
