The Beginning

A new story they would find
Across the starlit skies
She was kind, he did not bother
They knew not of each other

She reigned over the Infailible Land
He was king of The Darkest End
They were both young, too young to lead
Such empires, without knowing to bleed

What fantasies (they imagined

that) walked on their pavements

But at night they sat at each's window

And looked at the other shadow.

He had a princess locked in his towers

Which dreamed of their wedding in flowers

She had nothing on her mind

To bother, for she was too kind.

The window led her to a black wonder

And his view wasn't like another

He saw a building that reached the clouds,

Yet he knew not whose it was.