Avant-Garde.

King's Bae

In the heart of an angel she lay,

Bore a decorum so perfect that it slayed,

Every other person who had a play,

In the act of becoming king's bae.

They ended up falling prey,

To the classical art of betray,

Unbeknownst to them that the king had his ways,

On getting his bae, to the safest of the place.

To their dismay, it became the doorway to their downplay.

Now that they are nearing their doomsday,

After all their evil plans couldn't outweigh,

The good ol' king's ways.

As the king's most precious lay, in the heart of an alley,

Pure and promising valley, of our angel's heart she laid......