Your eyes, my love, for how they shine!
As if you are one most divine!
My darling black tempest, my onyx Queen!
Am I a King worthy of your esteem?
Though my purple hue is one most prized
Many have failed to grace your side
I fear I may not be the one
To stand aside you in glee and woe
Yet I believe I may try
For you are one so wry
I care for you, Cynder, former Terror of the Skies
For I know even a Terror hurts when she cries
Indeed, my heart does surely shake
For only you can make my knees break
You I shall serve, for your horns are your crown
Whilst I shall be your knight, you, Cynder, shall be my solid ground
A King for a Queen I may not be
I know it matters not, for you belong to me
When I look within your eyes, I know we will be together
For when I look into your eyes, all I see is forever.
