Jareth by Nighttime Wish

(Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or the related characters. All I own are my own ideas and no one will take them from me!)

Eyes of the owl

They watch as she moves

Snow like a cowl

Hide the claw grooves

For five years he has waited

Burning for one he cannot touch

But now his cravings may be sated

By that form that is so lush

Banished was he

From his beloved's presence

For her chant had taken

And dashed all his lessons

Give me the child she had said so boldly

He intended to replace what she had taken only

But should the compensation be she

Ah, sweet Aphrodite,

Smitten is this Fae

Who pines for his enemy

Never does he leave his eyes from her form

Forever in doubt of her affections

Each suitor who dares set eyes upon her

Should never have his feelings reciprocated

Ah, the green eyed beauty that enchants them all

Forever his vixen she will stay

Flipping her hair or batting her eyes

A demon in him is slowly arising

Unknown to the world he patiently waits

For that hour, that minute to come forth

'Cause then shall he have her

No banns in place for the anniversary of her birth date

He returns to his castle

Crumbling and unused

The maze out the windows in a mess

The goddess has forsaken him

The day he released her

And therefore his kingdom is less

Eyes of the owl

He watches and waits

Just outside her window

For a girl one and twenty

The trials of life do not show

She flirts in her room

With an invisible man

He knows she prepares for him

For since she has left

He knows she feels bereft

For any male but him.

She throws her body into the dream

Which she so effortlessly weaves

Creamy skin, milky white

That he would so love to tease

Mahogany hair hides her from him

But he knows the features they frame

That pert little nose

With ruby red lips

That he so craves to kiss.

Her gaze is the problem

If she so feels hate

What should he do to sway her?

Even when he won

Not once, twice but thrice

This seductive goddess he allowed a delusion

To think she had won

And allow her her fun

For in the end he would claim her still

Enough is enough

The minute has come

Time to collect his beloved

He creeps in the room a shimmer of light

While her back is turned

He whispers her name

A touch of dark promise

"Sarah"

And she stiffens

She whirl around

And lets fall from her lips

The one word he has yearned to hear.

AN: Should I do a sequel for this as a continuation but from Sarah's POV? I'll only do it if I get over 16 reviews.