Mistique

I dreamed of petals
I dreamed of stars
High walls with seals
Fire branded scars

Far from the reach of the tower's eyes
I cut the clouds in the high skies
Beneath the city bridges
She is the queen and goddes of rivers

A star in the map for the places we've been
A painting in the wall for the places we've seen
I've built a dream world from your smell

I'd make war for your heart
Smell, eyes, hair and skin, you are art
I'll see to the children, I have tales to tell