Beautiful Wolfram
Beautiful Wolfram, bright like the sun,
betrothed to the Maou,
a Queen's fairest one.
'Strong with the sword and skilled in the arts,
in less than a day,
'ensnared the King's heart.
Oft fierce and ablaze, plenty swooned in his gaze –
Men and girls both, he'd amazed.
Beautiful Wolfram, a Queen's youngest son,
Never, not once was he fazed.
Bielefeld Wolfram, affianced to the Sun,
hung from a tree when his love-rival won.
Strong was his love and thus killed was his heart
which he gave now his Maou, his vow now undone.
Sayo: I dedicate this to my new LJ friend Kurosawa Tsukiko, whose fic "Une Belle Journee" inspired this poem. I pray for continued creativity for us all who write Kyou Kara Maou fan fiction, especially those who, like me, often experience writer's block. On a lighter note, I disclaim ownership of Kyou Kara Maou.