King of Poetic Darkness

There was a king, very Grimm Who composed verse of the dead in the dim The dim darkness of evil minds Brothers of a sort in the black forest He was in exile and away from the castle walls He wept for lost loves and lost conquests He wept for lost brothers and wars, he wept for battles won His sword became a pen Day and night, thoughts to clay He pondered lost hearts and fortunes Poetic verse captivated the forest creatures Nobility reciting verse after verse Of ones darkest desires The king was a poet With a broken arrow No lover to fall under his spell Darkness devoured All thoughts that may have been The Princess of Light I woke in the dawn, in the mist of nowhere A prince soon to be king Came upon my abode He fell to his knees I fell in love We rode together behind castle walls We battled warriors, we battled love I died, he fled His torments haunt him still King of the poetic darkness