Shall I tell you a story There once was a queen Schooled in beauty and grace An amazing sight to embrace Her presence sparks glamour Even the heavenly crystals fails to compare Then came a man inked in grace and bold Who this beautiful wonder craves to behold Though he possess no gold And by a glance she decided He’s not worth her strength He had hoped to be her knight That in her castle he’ll rest his head by night And in the field to defend her might He wished her face to be the first he’d see At the break of every dawn Yet far from her he’s kept as a pawn While in the frontline of her battles he drawn In the background of her castle he wallows His flesh became no stranger to lonely arrows Then from the dark of night Came a glow that could faze the sight Whose beauty lost grip of every bound One that could heal all holes and wound The glamour she leaves in trails To compete, The glows of the tiny diamond eyes fails And on high thrones, he now sits Clothed in sparkles of her smiles As in her castle, he dwells as king Adorned on his head, her crown of silver ring Along side her, he wins all great battles The strength of their swords conquers castles A rejected sword of an unhandsome warrior Now over mighty wars, reigns superior.