Tell me fair maiden, what doest thou desire
Is it the gold or flame from it's fire.
I speak no canard, I am no liar,
For I can give you, but I am retired.

This musky old robe of dirt and damp vesture,
I wistfully hope to gain your true gesture.
there now, fair maiden, please don't look so sad,
You see, I am a rich king, yet violently clad.

Come closer dear rose, let me take in thy fragrance
for hence, I will promise, you shall not be the vagrant.
That Wench, she hath cast of her vaulted spells,
She hoped to have sent me straight foreward to hell.

Yet, I have remained through willful despise,
and now need your help, an embodied disguise.
break foreward now lady, thou of lusterous petals
and I will generously give to you, thy precious metals.

What is it you want in return of this mask
All will be yours, if you do what I ask.
What greater treasure could you ponder than All
I am your king and you should not stall.

Tell me fair maiden, what should you do,
I am here and so are you.
shall I retreat or take you unseen?
You would be wise, to reign as my queen!

Fair maiden fell prey for only a while
yes, gallantly he swayed her but to beguile.
She brake from his mesmerizing glare screaming loud!
The evil king... gone, in a disapating cloud!