Foolish Iniquity ensued by sensation,
all to which led to such a foreboding culmination.
And what was the interpretation?
The evaluation of pure desolation derived from wickedness,
and destruction caused by commotion produced by the most riveting of distortions.

Her visage was more than what my aim wanted.
However, when she took me in,
I was more than just delighted.

Had she not known that I was peasant compared to her royalty?
Yet, my loyalty far surpassed our incongruity.
But my days had never left without a urge of urgency.

And for that, scrutiny had to take place.
And when I noticed the connection to the King,
my words I began to be misplaced.

Her heart chasing down the stairs of emotion.
Commotion awaiting at daybreak.
Her heart is still mine, to date.

The king's tyranny fell alongside the shores of his own
consequence; decadence.
And thus, the many people were saved
and no one ever complained.

For it wasn't the relationship that was aimed,
it was for the timely-tamed.

My reward was given for my works,
And a stab to the heart around lurked.

And subjected I was to my own powerlessness,
All because of my decadence.

In pain I awaited for my death,
But to no avail.
Was I ever so frail to even care?

I was granted another chance to redeem myself.
My heart so gracefully allocated to the night.
A chance to shed light to those within the purest of darkness.
My actions were not for naught, forever in my might.

They were all freed by me,
Yet, imprisoned I will forever be.
To show the way, if need be.