Prince of Poetry

~Out of the darkness he came to me, a trickster guised and well versed on matters of the heart. And I, of lonesome spirit, laid eyes upon his beauty, his words of wisdom did speak to me, my prince of poetry.....my love I gave to him freely. But alas, in the light of day, when the moon had gone away, I saw him more clearly....and his contemptuous cruelty frightened the innocent child in me. For you see, he was no prince of chivalry, nor a man of nobility....but merely a jester, lost in his world of insecurity.~