Fairytale

My secrets hold no power,

My heart's locket is closed. 

I chose to stay locked in my tower,

Professions of love, behind sealed lips stowed. 

My knight is my sandman,

Dreamy in the literal sense.

But i am Isolde, he is my Tristan,

From my demons, he is my defense. 

But come morning I must wake,

To my grumbling bed-mate,

Always angry, foul, drunk and baked.

Being wed to he, i do so hate.