My Castle of Gold by: Nixon Waterman

If the fairies should build me a castle of gold and wreath it with flower and vine,

And set it with jewels of value untold, and fill it with music and wine;

"Twould still be a sorrowful prison of gloom, my spirit would long to be free,

And love would lie weeping his grief in the tomb, were you ne'er to share it with me.

Should the Fates, in the sorriest hut, say I must forever abide to their law.

I would happily bow; I would live on a crust, I would lie on a pallet of straw,

I would crown me with thorns, I would fervently pray, my joy-time might never be o'er,

If you O" my love! could pass by every day and smiling, look in at the door.

For you are my marvelous castle of gold, and you are my flower and vine,

and you are my jewels of value untold, and you are my music and wine.

Alone, and a famine stalks close at my side, the joys of the living have ceased;

With you, the world is as fair as a bride, and filled with a fount and a feast.

My imagination was at a stand still using the above poem to completely tell the story.  My angel appears to have failed at her mission.

Resources:  Model 8 by liam-stock at Deviantart
Angel wings:  Alegion-stock at Deviantart

Castle from cgt Textures

Music brush from glass-prism at Deviantart

Diamond brush my own