I lay myself bare,
on the floor
Dust covers my body
Rusty nails embed themselves in my skin,
They pierce and pin me to the ground.
I lie in a fetal position, awaiting my knight.
He arrives on horseback, places himself next to me
He whispers in my ear
He plants the seeds in me that enable me grow
into the flower I was supposed to be.
We ride off in the moonlight
to sit at the right side of the throne
Where we are the King and Queen of our kingdom,
ready to begin our hunt, to uncover, the rest of our destiny.