He was known as the bard
            Who could pierce the heart
            With his songs of longing
            And so she felt herself falling
            For the sweetness of his word
            How could she know that this lord
            Meant not, what he was singing
            But was only intent on winning
            From his audience, the adulation
            Of which all artists dream
            For you see,
            The King and Queen had come
            To hear " The One and Only One"
            And with their recognition
            He could gain power and position   
            For this was the sole ambition
            Of his life
            Thus, he plotted all along
            Behind the magic of his song
            Though none of this was known
            To the young maiden
            Who thought he sang
            For her alone
            Poor, innocent dove
            Lost in ever-lasting love
            Never guessing that to him
            She would be but one night's whim
            Merely a distraction in his plans