Your Prince is greatly dissatisfied with your presence
No longer does he desire your kiss nor your touch
He will not beg for a single message to befall him
Though the years and tears have come by
You are but a dust in his vast empire of a harem
No longer will he cry for your sweet whispers told
The woodland rodent you left him for will be for naught
Once you’ve experienced the regret and remorse of your choice
You will have no kingdom to return to, even on your knees
The Prince you so claim to be yours has better things to do
Than waste away at the thought of you and your new pet
You jeer as a mere squire, perhaps better suited to be a peasant
You are herby exiled from the affections you once held dear
The Prince’s heart is made of steel, it shant ache for your love
Banishment be upon ye, for your essence is no longer needed
You are but a fool undeserving of thine head
