Come, Sweet Prince...

                                                         Come, slake your thirst,
                                   For I am the chalice from which you drink each night.
                                               I burn through your body like liquid fire,
                                                          Travelling it's fated course...

                                                          Come, slake your hunger,
                              For I am the delicacy which is served upon your silver platter.
                                                     Set in front of you atop your table,
                                                          A pearl upon its oyster bed,
                                          Awaiting the ultimate discovery of being plucked...

                                                         Yet,stay your hand ,sweet prince,
                                                           For I shall be savoured as such.

                                                         Come ,rest your tired bones,
                                          For I am the feathered pillow beneath your head,
                                  I am the satin sheets that slide against your skin each night,
                                       Stimulating your every nerve,caressing your every inch...

                                                          Come ,awake,sweet prince,
                                 For I am the ray of light that shines across your peaceful face,
                    So you may start each day with a slice of light that shines on every path you tread,
                                        For every step your foot shall take will be illuminated...

                                                            So,come,sweet prince...
                                                             For you shall never stumble.