The sparkle of ear rings.
A catch of a voice in the moon.
A lonely girl watched the world below.
Behind her was the reminisce of her lover.

Princes ran through her head.
In front of her was the world.
Streets can be paved in gold.
That’s what they told her.
That’s what she believed.

The yellowed lamps flickered.
The prince in her memory jogged;
But realism faded through to her head.
“My prince?” she called to the still night air.

A shadow broke the golden glow.
Visions of fire danced in her head.
Thoughts were left to the emptiness;
The room became bare.

Her feet pattered on the ground,
It was wet from the summer rain.
Her shadow smiled, hand extended.
She nervously reached out her own.

“One last chance. One last moment.”
“For redemption? Are you sure you love me?”
“All we can do is try.”
The rain began to pour
Two bodies carried tight,
Leading to void halls of black.
Only tonight they would be filled
With the fervid cry and moan of
‘All we can do is try.’