In a Kingdom full of storms
a dungeon rests beneath the castle.
Every citizen mourns
the passing of a royal damsel.
The notebook a butterfly adorns
is carried during a stranger’s travel.
It’s significance unknown,
but for the name scrawled
on the tassel.
He walked through the night
and long into the morn.
He made his way indifferent;
though within, a great uproar.
At last, he headed up the steps
to the topmost platform.
After a slight hesitance,
he entered rather tranquil.
The book held high,
his secret now revealed
sent the King into a furor.
It only took a moment
for the shackles to be sealed.