The Curse of Thorns

Thorns neatly embedded in my skin

Do not touch unless you are prepared to bleed

I am used to my own harm

But I will not stand the sight of you

With prickled fingertips

And maroon droplets by your feet

I would rather be cursed 

Sleep a thousand years

Confined to a dark chamber

Depraved of human touch

Die each time you visit my dreams

And forget what light tastes like

Why would I need the sun anyway

When your soul shines brighter

But you want to climb to the top

Beg me to open the window

But my darkness cannot seep into you 

Cover your most hopeful parts

You say you can stand the pain

Even promise to love it till the end

But even a knight in the most shining armor 

Is blinded by the shadow of death

That follows the hem of my dress

Please leave me in the tower 

Maybe those long years will be the cure

In the gloom of four walls

My heart will start to glow after all

If I stare into the pitch black long enough 

Appear will the beginning of my light

Only then you can come 

There will be no locks to prevent you

From opening the heavy door

Bittersweet the reunion with my dear

Only a momentary relief 

Long enough for a shoulder kiss

And a transcendent promise 

What an ephemeral bliss

And then the time will arrive
When I must bid you farewell
When my darkest thoughts swallow me whole
When the thorns come take me
Shroud me from head to toe
Ivy twisted around each limb and joint
Sticking up from the curls of my hair
Body covered by petals and twigs
Lowered to dirt where it can rest 
Calm at last in the middle of a forest

Now show me if your devotion was real

Comply with the last wishes of my will

Lay me near the lake where the nymphs sing

After midnight veils the grim days of spring

Lay me underneath a hole in the crowns

From where my empty eyes spy the moon

Even cold and distant still they sense

It is the same direction of your glance

Moonlight the only reminder of lost love

This is the closest we will be from now

I protect you from the depths of earth

From where no tainted thorn can emerge