Confined

Porcelain skinned,
Silky blonde hair
Pale grey eyes
That spoke of
Misery.

She lived up in her tower
Looking out against the rain
Waiting for a knight
To be her savior that day

Rather than a parade
Of misfitted fiends
That swept her away

They sucked her dry
And left her limp

He was damned to his own paradise.
Confined to his beloved city.
She was everything he wanted.
Now she was in his possession.
Floating blankly in a dark room.
Useless.

Isolated together
He acts as her puppeteer
Together they'll light the world
On a burst of fire.