So cold, not freezing and not slightly chilled but... trulely cold. through the feather down jacket I wear and through my skin, past the bone and into the soul. No warmth from the fire at an arm's length away, no comfort from the bodies around me. What can ease my plight? 'Cept for the lover's arm half a world away? Never shall I cease the travel I make on foot, and never shall I stop while my heart goes on beating

I stare into the cold water of the abandoned basin; I have seen you before, but where? In the mirror? In the glass? I stand still and hope for you to pass.
Pass me by my dark and mournful spirit of the unending night, stay your sword knight of a woman's broken heart. You turn, your eyes… your dark eyes burning with the salted waters of your tears. My hand rests upon the basin to steady my quivering body, you look at me, listening to my beating heart, you look at me my love yet you do not see me, you see my soul. And like you, I only see your soul. Why so sad my phantom? Why do you mourn and who do you mourn for? Do you cry sad tears for me? I come away from the basin, sending it crashing to the overgrown garden's floor, nearer and nearer I draw close to you. I have seen you in my deepest dreams and I have seen you in the broken basin in this, the place of my weakened mind. The towering ivory stone walls, the ivy that grows without restraint, and the birds that have long left. They Left! Leaving this place as haunted and dreary as my poor soul. You raise a hand and caress my porcelain features. Oh! How I long for the warmth of your touch, the love that I had once found only in your arms and kiss. Your pale and opaque hand found mine and led me through the gardens of my dreams. With your shattered and faded blade in one hand and mine in the other, the slow and gentle pace soon began to quicken along with my pulsating heart. You, the dark soul who has either haunted or blessed the prison of my mind, transform.

The knight of My broken heart transpose into that of a holy man. Now standing upon my presence in full armor and holy symbol laid across your breast and your broken blade, now whole and valiant. I see you spirit for what you are, my savior, my love. You who would reach deep into the torment of my mind to free me of my own imprisonment, so, I shall follow you. For I remember that you are a righteous man. I will follow you till I can feel the true warmth of your very soul next to mine, for one who is brave enough to enter my only safe haven is only one who must still love me deeply.
The sun breaks through the stone walls overwrought with ivy, and I feel life returning to me. I am lighthearted to know that I have not been lost in an eternal maze for too long. I truly feel your hand now and see that you are no longer a phantom of desperate mourning but a figure of spiritual soundness and unimpaired virtue. So kiss me now, knowing that I still love you.