She's a beautiful girl.
I noticed that at first. When she spoke to me for the first time, in the park, my heart fluttered. I was in my owl form, but it was day, and my eyes hurt. She had to use those words. Those were the first words she ever spoke to me, and maybe that was why I did it. I had convinced the goblins that I had seen and wanted the child. That was true, if you counted Sarah as a child. But they, of course, thought I meant the baby. I didn't want to lie to them. I had hoped I would find a way to trap her.
All through it, I let her go. I let her get free. I left her the ways out. Had she died, I would have too. Had she been hurt, I would have broken, and healed her.
I hated making her afraid, but I had to. She had to admire me. She had to love me and fear me. I saw the hurt in her eyes, the naieve longing. She never wanted the baby. She just didn't want to be blamed. That was what I thought. Only in the end, when she jumped.only then did I force myself to face the truth. It wan't seeing me that she kept going for. It was really for the child.
She loved him, so I hated him. I wanted her to love ME, and only me. I was Jareth, King of the Goblins. I had MADE this world. I said it, in my maze of stairs. Everything I've done, I've done for you. Some of it was a lie. Most of that song I sang to her was the truth.
I never made her love me. I made her fear me, and hate me, and perhaps even pity me.
I move the stars for no one, but I wish I could move them. For you, Sarah. All for you.
Your eyes can be so cruel. Perhaps the truest part of it all. Just as I can be so cruel, but Sarah, I don't want to be. I don't want to be cruel. I don't like hating, but I can do it. Anyone can hate. I saw in her eyes, in the end, the desperation to get away from me. I repulsed her. I was evil.
I watched her through the window in her world. She loved the child, and she loved them. Perhaps someday, I could convince her that she never would have loved any of them if it weren't for me. She was a lesson, she was the teacher, she knew what I did not.
Dancing with her, I saw in her eyes the softest thing of all, the thing that gave me hope. She knew who I was in the dance, if not what I had done. I let her take the child. Perhaps someday she will forgive me and return. Someday, when the world throws itself at her, and her friends come less and less, and she loses her innocence, I will still be there.
Goodbye, Sarah. And should you need me, call. I will come.
I noticed that at first. When she spoke to me for the first time, in the park, my heart fluttered. I was in my owl form, but it was day, and my eyes hurt. She had to use those words. Those were the first words she ever spoke to me, and maybe that was why I did it. I had convinced the goblins that I had seen and wanted the child. That was true, if you counted Sarah as a child. But they, of course, thought I meant the baby. I didn't want to lie to them. I had hoped I would find a way to trap her.
All through it, I let her go. I let her get free. I left her the ways out. Had she died, I would have too. Had she been hurt, I would have broken, and healed her.
I hated making her afraid, but I had to. She had to admire me. She had to love me and fear me. I saw the hurt in her eyes, the naieve longing. She never wanted the baby. She just didn't want to be blamed. That was what I thought. Only in the end, when she jumped.only then did I force myself to face the truth. It wan't seeing me that she kept going for. It was really for the child.
She loved him, so I hated him. I wanted her to love ME, and only me. I was Jareth, King of the Goblins. I had MADE this world. I said it, in my maze of stairs. Everything I've done, I've done for you. Some of it was a lie. Most of that song I sang to her was the truth.
I never made her love me. I made her fear me, and hate me, and perhaps even pity me.
I move the stars for no one, but I wish I could move them. For you, Sarah. All for you.
Your eyes can be so cruel. Perhaps the truest part of it all. Just as I can be so cruel, but Sarah, I don't want to be. I don't want to be cruel. I don't like hating, but I can do it. Anyone can hate. I saw in her eyes, in the end, the desperation to get away from me. I repulsed her. I was evil.
I watched her through the window in her world. She loved the child, and she loved them. Perhaps someday, I could convince her that she never would have loved any of them if it weren't for me. She was a lesson, she was the teacher, she knew what I did not.
Dancing with her, I saw in her eyes the softest thing of all, the thing that gave me hope. She knew who I was in the dance, if not what I had done. I let her take the child. Perhaps someday she will forgive me and return. Someday, when the world throws itself at her, and her friends come less and less, and she loses her innocence, I will still be there.
Goodbye, Sarah. And should you need me, call. I will come.