A King Who Knew No Love

In the darkest of days
no one dares to say
of the time where a king once ruled.

He had power and money,
but he craved for one thing most.
To love and be loved in returned.
Some say he had no emotion of love,
others say he threw it away one faithful day,
a day of when he lost what he held close.

He found many women to make his wives
laid in bed with them each night,
but not one could satisfy his needs.
It was more of lust than love,
but it made him feel whole.
He searched in all lands,

In the unknown and known.
In every nook and every cranny.
Then during his last days of his life,
a girl, a young girl of only sixteen,
served him a plate of grapes,
her smile, and her tone of sound
made him dream a dream.

She was a goddess, a young pure one.
She was a daughter of a Holy One.
He wanted her and got her.

She hated him, she didn't love him,
and yet, she slept with him.
She cried, and made me known
as a king of ungodly deeds,
she killed him the following day,
and said goodbye.

Freed everyone from their horrible fate,
it was all written in a storybook,
a fairytale,
know as A King Who Knew No Love.