Poster The Knight and The Princess

It is not iron that rends your chest, but my cutting tears. The crown I bear weighs more than your armor. Now lay your head upon the earth you defended, my faithful one, so that no other King may command the heartbeat you gave to me for just love. Let my face be the last thing you caress; let my name be the final breath you exhale. No fear, my Lady. Steel is cold, but less than the throne that awaits you. You have promised me to another world, while your King promises you to another man. The roses fade with the color you tear from me. It is the only velvet I can offer for your path, as you turn toward a throne I shall never climb. Feel no guilt in your gesture. Now freed from the weight of this armor, I will remain here, within your sin. Thank you… for sparing my pain the burden of living.