King Canard(3)

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!