I want a castle laced in snow,
surrounded by endless bracken.
Towers on towers and spiraling staircases,
leading to rooms of rooms.
It would always be cold
and I wouldn’t have to hold my tongue
or my smile until I wasn’t being watched.
Darkened sunlight in every
creak and corner,
my lack of care wouldn’t offend the silence,
and I could walk here, in my land,
always, always, alone.