The midnight contemplation

Lying dormant,
A peaceful slumber,
Fast held asleep
As golden Aurora,
Has my beating heart become.
Locked behind
A mysterious mask
Of self kept heartbreak-
With the memory
Of a false Prince Charming-
Wandering through
A valley of darkness,
Have now I become.
Mesmerized
By the faint glitter
Of a deep dazzling light,
Flutter of heavenly hope,
To wander about
In the fields of bright colors.
Though tragedy
Does follow me,
Like the silent shadow
Haunting my steps,
I await the chance
To break free
To a dawning new era.
Did Romeo not call
On the wings of love,
For a glance of young Juliet?
Did not fair Psyche
Risk dear mortal life
To win the companionship
Of her god-husband again?
What power over my fragile heart
Is held by the inconstant moon?
What great champion then exists ahead
'Ere to make my heart do swoon?