The heroine unto to the tower fled,
Darkness slowly creeping.
Her heart asunder, eyes ringed-red,
For the vows now lost to keeping.
Atop charger black, O malevolent knight,
His quarry ever fleeting.
Vicious whims, oblique delight;
Savage thoughts, bare worth repeating.
To take her there, in ruins trapped,
Now time for pleasures, unearned and unasked.
By force taken, in fetters clapped,
Yet resists him still, until her last.
The hunt successful, prize secured,
Guard now down, his undefended back.
Against her weeping, agreeably inured,
Fell prey to frenzied, bloody attack.
How strange it is, this heroine capitulating, completely,
Seeming scant of strength, so easily bound.
Demure, refined - now smiling ever so sweetly,
In truth, a greater viper ne’er to be found.
For knights and squires, all be warned,
Cautionary must be the tale.
Hell hath no greater fury, than of woman scorned,
In return for such a slight - and double in payment, they shall not fail.