In this lonely castle made of stone and bricks

Through thick walls and closed doors

Fenced in a garden of roses and hawthorns

My purple heart resides.

In a solemn mist of reverie, my light is blurred

Doomed to walk this world alone

Fettered and cursed by my own wickedness.

I dream of not a princess but a mortal with innocence

To free my soul and broken heart

A woman with no magical prestige, a woman I could call mine.

But my lover exists only in my dreams

She is only ephemeral when I’m asleep

His touch, only in my imagination

For I know the painful truth — I cannot belong to anyone.