I am the princess.
You live in the bottom of a deep, dark well.
I heard you whispering one day,
as I passed by,
all dark and vibrant and shuddering with
a need for mystery.
I knelt at the cusp of damp stones.
I inhaled the scent of secrets.
I could not understand your hushed tones.
I wrote a note on gilded paper,
and watched it flutter down into the blackness.
Every day I come for you.
Every day new words sketched out
on shimmering parchment.
I never know what you think,
for your language is not my own,
and you have no way
to give words back to me.
Soon I shall drop my golden ball
and listen closely for the splash,
just to see how far away you truly are.
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