Eyes a hypnotic green,
Hair as black as midnight.
Physique as that of a warior
And face an exotic beauty , that, even man may; be enthralled.
But be aware of the lure, for it may come with a price.
A price so gorsteque that the kingdom may perish,
if thee gives into the enticement.
For he is the only forbidden fruit; borne on the divine tree.
Amongst thee is the man,
Armoured with resilence and combusting with peril.
A single sword; keen and sharp ,with its hilt captured in his hand, riding a mighty Bucephalus, looking so intimidating.
The sword in itself ,uncommon as any; with poison running throughout its tip.
Dominating the world, shall he rule with an Ivy by his side.
Her powers so cunning that even death may not prevail.
Her poise so prim & pristine so pure ;a face so soft so angelic and lips painted a fine crimson,
Truly a seduction at it's finest.
However, looks may deceive thou, the power she will unleash.
With vines at her beck and call
And thorns gaurding their mistress.
Promising death with a flicker of poison.
Ivy will be his undoing; the only maiden may he touch,
Whereupon; not inflicting any anguish.
Certainly, his touch is the one which thou should fear,
'Cause poison runs freshly in his veins.
His soul a black charcoal of iron; that even not a sword may deceive his immortality.
A tainted heart barren of sentiments; barely moving a muscle.
Death he is and will cause thine death with just a prick of touch.
He shall be the only one to live; amongst thou with his love by his side.