Maze

Mind twirling into eternity Without a sense of direction. A king's frail servant, Skin pure white as snow, Her garnet necklace in hand, She reaches towards the end. A simple boy with a simple mind, She, he would die to find, The distant memory of her touch, Is always too much. Enough was always too much, She couldn't handle it alone, He never knew what to do, Their hearts intertwined in a maze.