The Purple Chair

The Rogue Prince sits quietly
on a chair of fading purple,
drifting into a hazy dream
where he dances
with his Shadow Queen.

Feeling every heartbeat
whispering her name,
feeling every breath
murmuring her love
like a sacred flame.

As the sun gently fades
behind the silken skies,
a soft grin emerges
across his face
as he remembers
his Shadow Queen’s tender smile.

As the day bleeds into night
and the crimson moon
shines across the midnight sky,
the Shadow Queen comforts
her Rogue Prince with a lullaby
heard through the stillness of night.

The Purple Chair

The Rogue Prince sits quietly
on a chair of fading purple,
drifting into a hazy dream
where he dances
with his Shadow Queen.

Feeling every heartbeat
whispering her name,
feeling every breath
murmuring her love
like a sacred flame.

As the sun gently fades
behind the silken skies,
a soft grin emerges
across his face
as he remembers
his Shadow Queen’s tender smile.

As the day bleeds into night
and the crimson moon
shines across the midnight sky,
the Shadow Queen comforts
her Rogue Prince with a lullaby
heard through the stillness of night.