Scandalous Love Affair

I shall write that scandalous love affair,

Where the king had fallen for,

The poor maid running errands in the castle.

Yes, that very king, who had been

Betrothed to a princess of the kingdom,

Not far away.

The king would see her,

Going across the massive corridors,

The gigantic staircases and would,

Imagine the scenarios,

Where she would grace the same places,

Being a rightful queen, right by his side.

She too knew of the king's affection

And of his intentions, full of love

For his eyes conveyed to her

All of those emotions, which a king must never,

Confess to any poor maid.

She too dreamt of wandering the palace one day,

With just the king, by her side, for,

She believed that, a woman could always dream.

And the circumstances, which had been,

That was all she could do,

All he could do. Then came the day

When he could simply not take it anymore,

And chose to retaliate, and to challenge,

All of the norms which the society

Threw at such a scandalous love

A forbidden fruit, which they had been both,

Desperate for, yet could not reach.

The king decided to overthrow those customs,

Those traditions and those rituals,

Which deprived him of,

His only true love. He confessed to the maid,

When the castle was buzzing with men,

One fine evening, he confessed

His incandescent love, and,

Asked for the companionship

Of a lifetime. The maid teared away,

Beaming as brightly as she could,

And agreed right away. The day turned out to be,

The happiest ever for them. But, as they say

A scandalous love story often has consequences,

The forbidden fruit often has no reach.

The maid was murdered the same night

By a group of vicious, malicious, atrocious

Subjects and courtiers,

For who was she to malign their society,

For who was she to lure their king,

For who was she to dream of becoming their queen. And so was she killed.

The news of the corpse being discovered

Spread like a wildfire, the next morning

Reaching upon the ears of the king,

Who stood devastated. All of the castles of

A future of love, which he had built,

Would now be abandoned and see a mighty fall.

And then, later that evening,

When the king was all alone,

He gulped away the last bitter concoction,

Which had been meant for the enemy,

And smiled brightly looking at the sky,

I am coming for you, my dearest queen,

I an coming, to be with you, and now,

That's forever my dear. His soul went away

Leaving the sleeping kingdom, to be with his beloved,

And there, they were finally united.

The barbaric killers were not spared,

The kingdom, whose princess had been

Betrothed to the king, attacked the mourning kingdom,

Whose king had been dead,

And they were all, those, callous, remorseless

Subjects and courtiers, the murderous murderers, killed.

The castle today, lay in ruins.

I shall write this scandalous tale

Where the forbidden fruit might not had been plucked,

Where the love had been declared to be scandalous,

But, where, its purity did persist and

Stayed preserved until the eternity.