The frivolous existence of a frantic
man frolicking in a fatuous fantasy,
is forgotten so ferociously.
By a maiden so fair,
who he called his bear,
gave up so dearly.
His drunken soul, took a toll on
what's left of his humanity.
Disdain his curse, in vain his outburst;
He had lost grip on reality.
This foolish gallant,
so wise; not void of talent,
fell prey to darkness that fuelled his insanity.
She took the form of a magnetic storm; then left him to realize his blunder.
Now he waits on the throne,
that he once called home,
yearning to win back her splendour.
to my fair maiden
— The End —