a king looks for a queen but finds a lover

she waits every night,
as the moon light is hitting off her wall and painting ghostly shadows on the old wooden floor,
she steps down, one foot onto the ground and feels the splints of wood rip and tear at her skin.
small drops of blood stone the wood,a white ball gown draped around her, as she makes her way to the tall window, the glass sparkles in moonlight, her hand reached out and pushes the glass.
she try's to break it and plays with telling the glass story's witch promise it breaking.
the glass had stood in one spot, never ever able to feel the sweet realism of death, the windows pain of glass tells the young lady its tail, he tells her he used to be a king. he sat high on is throne, he had everything- but love.

the king, was a smart man and he knew that every woman would want his hand, he saw lady's that were more lovely that a new flower as it 1st pocks threw the winter snow as it gently welcomes summer in, and others who were richer than ten thousand kings, but yet he never found one, who's soft hand would take his and make him feel safe, that one who's eyes were the bluest blue, so blue that he could swim in them.he never found one with hair so soft like silk it could be made into a fine gown, he was looking far and wide for a love, so sweet and soft...and yet never found one.

this mighty king then found someone, and this person held the king close in the windy nights, and kept the king safe, so he took them back to the castle, and he should around his beloved, and the people stared and judged the two, the king was ashamed and hide his love, he locked his beloved away bye a window, he told his beloved that he would come back for him, one day. the kings beloved was a tall man, he was handsome, the man had long blond hair and blue eyes.
his hands were soft.

he hansom man waited 20 years for the king, but he never came, one night he man was sitting bye the window, his feet bleeding on the wooden floor one tear rolled down his face. he was still a hansom man he had not aged at all. the room he sat in had a spell on it. in the room a clock could not tick, and a fish could die, you would not age for the time was stopped, it stood still, he man sat and with out his love he waited for death but it never came, he felt like a pane of glass, always there, never getting older, never getting moved.

one day the king came back, he came to see his lover. he looked into his lovers eyes and saw the love that was once there has gone he looked at him as coldly as the stone walls,the king cried and cried, his tears froze and and formed a pane of glass, he was so mad about the lose of his lover that he smashed the window, and replaced with his frozen tears, the kings soul was in the tears he cried out, the only love the king had had wad gone, and now the king would feel what his lover feels, he was taped in the the glass- like the lover he could not leave the window room.