Reaching out, grasp slips.
She fades onto the distant Banks of my memory.
Like the Chateau D’if, she’s imprisoned there.
No one escapes the Chateau.
Love lost to the grip I could no longer freely hold.
And that was the day I condemned my own soul.
Walked into that Chateau, to find myself at home.
Waking up again.
In the D’if, alone.