Puppet Clouds

The dragon has been slain My wings taken away All in vein I confess today For my now crumbled heart Thought it didn’t compare To the dark But once chosen heir Of the throne next to mine Woven like vines He doesn’t know he is tinted He doesn’t know he is pure He doesn’t know he is good For how could that occur With those puppet clouds Clouding his mind Telling him he is a friend While he blinds I dote on thee I admire thy I love you Sincerely Princess of the Sky Do not let those clouds Form into fog Please do not allow That much wrong I could not bear To see you in haze And wear That plague I am still the princess But you are not the heir Until you can turn those choking clouds Back to air