I never felt more alive than
when I see him,
When I hear his voice,
life tinkers and I feel my
pulse race,
time slows down,
he ocean flourishes,
I can hear the ticks in
the clowns,
feel the feather of the raven's claws,
the scrapes of the ice reminds
me that I'm alive,
but when the queen courts down
wearing her crown and all,
her admires watches her in glory,
hail three,
hail two,
hail one,
for it's her reign on me that
keeps me warm,
in a box,
under her pillow,
where she sleeps at nigh