As the sun's bright warm rays retreat back,
As the midnights' King is beckoned back,Villagers begin to lock their doors tightly,
Maidens begin to pray amore,
This grand king was once known as the best,
Got any maiden he pleased with pure ease,
It was a night like tonight when he changed,From a player of a prince,
To something over worldly no one's seen since,
For the first time in awhile,He felt what was thought to live worthwhile,
Turns out the object of his desire,Was nothing more than a liar,
She broke his heart,Split it in two,Ripped it apart...so no one knew,
He didn't think life would be worse,
That is until he found out his lover was cursed,
Now her wanders, terrorizing upon long hours,
Grief stricken about the flower,
He once called his....
