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.