Hush, my plebeians..
For those draconian eyes peep in,
Through the iridescent door.
His ire clad in candor.
Clemency unveiling the same eyes,
I had seen desolation in.
“Why do you keep it hidden from me?”
I rant with cordial dismay.
“Am I” with rapture said he,
“as ethereal as you, my Princess?”
It was merely an idyll.
Barely been touched by sated grace,
When holding my hand to his chest, he trod away.
To the apex of transcendence we reached.
I realize that he is debonair, my liege.
