Echoes of Laughter and Loss

In Crystal Keep, my pride did dwell. A tower high, a gilded shell.

Thou stood'st without in garden fair. With mirthful tongue and tender care.

Thy words were riddles, light of jest. Yet sorrow hid within thy breast.

I laughed, unseeing, blind mine eyes to grief that lurked 'neath merry

guise. I spurned the best that e'er was mine, for crown of

glass and halls divine. Thy smile did mask the wound so deep,

a jesting heart that could not weep. We wandered lanes where lanterns shone.

Thou found'st the stars, I sought the throne. Thy gaze was