In dreams, the endless days
Are strung together by endless knights
With Templar crosses splayed
Across their chests.
And one chest is the true chest
Hidden among them all,
And only the king can pull
The treasure from the locked embrace,
And only the true queen can live to say
That happiness makes the squeaky wheel
Go silent in every season,
And only true love can make the heart believe that every day.

-jenn