A stable, a stable!
Something stable for this horse!
Master trots in with a syringe...
Amphetamines have been known to work on these beasts.

Captured young, raised a pawn,
Played and sacrificed as an august maiden in spring.
Master jerks the horse this-a-way,
down the narrow alleys.

The scene of Italy:
Passionate for romance-
Warm, kindled as Master's desire,
Icy, calculated as Master's gaze.

Stately Master carries head
In such a way that Master's future queen
Might recognize Master
And find truly obvious romantics.

But lo! No gaze returned and
Dashed! Master abruptly halts
And begins his pauper-ly descent from me,
His high horse.