A butterfly flies past the grey stones. Out of no-where, an arrow shoots towards it, plucking the delicate creature from the air. A single drop of yellow blood drops onto the ground where the corpse lies. 
    Black clouds gather in the sky, suggesting the impending threat of a storm. On the horizon a fork of incandescent light flashes, followed by grumbling echoing thunder. 
    The first drops of rain hit the castle, bulbous and transparent. Then comes...

She twirls a lock of short auburn hair around her index finger. Her eyes flit around the cluttered room, to the candle on the cabinet, and the drips of garnet wax splattered on the painted wood; to the violin sitting on top of one of the bookshelves; to the coral-pink framed mirror, with its intricate flower designs; and finally, to the tall stranger standing in the corner. 

Is it being a philosopher? 
Or maybe it's the feeling 
That I can never be equal 
Is it the love songs swirling around my head? 
Or maybe it's that no-one will 
Ever
Write them 
Back 
Is it the hatred bubbling inside me for some? 
Or is it the image of her rosy cheeks and bright eyes 
Seared into my retinas 
Is it that I might never really know 
What it means 
To be in love? 
I think so 
Maybe soon  ...

Remember how we  used to live the life of   Anne of Green Gables? We used to talk, and pick daisies.
I remember you used  to have two cats,   one ginger tabby and the other a longhaired something-er-other--Tinka and Bell.
And then for your  birthday--was it twelfth  or eleventh?--you got axi the axolotl.
Remember how we   did sparkler on the beach  before your fifteenth birthday? I loved that beach. And the next day, we went to the Mosaic Gardens.   We watched...

Polished mahogany banisters, slick like '80s hair 
Around the staircase, down the halls 
Soon she will disappear 
The balcony reminds me of Romeo and Juliet 
With marble and carved railings 
A dead woman was found here, a tragic accident 
After all, she was elderly; her heart was duly failing 
Her bottle of age-old whiskey was left on the stair 
Her eyes like golden orbs, staring at nothing 
Now a young woman resides here, she too will disappear 
Nights are too...

                                         I 
                                wonder what 
                        would                     happen 
                        if                                m 
                      you    and I                     e
                                                             t 
                       up 
                       a 
                       g
                          a
                             i 
                                n  my 
                                        d 
                                        a 
                                        rling I have wondered 
               
            why did we 
            not 
            stay 
            t 
                    o 
                            g 
                                    e 
                                            th 
                                                    er 
         where 
         ...

One two three four 
One two three four 
Twirl her around until 
The two of you are dizzy 
One two three four 
One two three four 
Darling dance a little longer 
Twirl and dance the 
Night away 
One step forward 
One step back 
It's the showing of secrets 
And the hiding of feelings 
In plain sight