The English Maiden and The Exiled Prince

In a castle far far away,
An English maiden live astray,
She’s as beautiful as month of May,
Where flower blooms, day to day.

Outside the kingdom, there rest,
An exiled prince at every one’s detest,
A failure of his legacy and bequest,
In agony, in gloom, his fierceness, suppressed.

An evil wizard captured the maiden,
In the carriage he tied her laden,
In the haunted forest he laid her hidden,
Where no man can enter and passage forbidden.

Town’s folk asked the exiled prince,
To rescue the maiden, they convince,
“Your Highness let your wrath evince,
Save the maiden, Oh mighty prince.”

The prince  marched to the forest
Armed with sword, with armor and vest,
He searched every corner, every stone, unrest,
To look for the fair maiden, the beat of his chest.

A huge wolf with fiery eyes,
Attacked the prince with all its might,
He drew the sword and put up a fight,
And beheaded the wolf with a strike.

The evil wizard then cast a spell,
Of burning fires from the mouth of hell,
The prince’s armor bounced it back, expel
The wizard dropped death knell.

Towards the maiden, the prince rush
He wipes her tears with a plush,
With his fingers, her hair he brushed,
“ Cry no more, my love, hush.”

He pulls the maiden close to his chest,
Where her face lays at rest,
With his loving arms he caress,
The lovely maiden in distress.

“From now on,” the prince swear
“You’re safe in my arms, anytime, anywhere,
I will let no harm, come to you I assure,
My sweet muse, you are secured.”

With his honor the prince avow
To love the maiden ‘til eternity and now,
Heartache and hurts, he will not allow,
To the touch the maiden, his sacred vow.