My books were not my refuge, they were my paradise
Listening to the story of sage advisors made me wise.
With brazen knights i frolicked and learned a special dance,
They're called battle manouvers, to not miss the target, not once
The princess's grace i embodied and thusly learned,
How to charm with only a look, as far as i'm concerned.
My world was fascinating and magical as well
Till mother left my father, our heaven turned to hell.
Then the veritable evil stepmother showed up at our door
She called me juvenile, made me work till i was sore,
Forced to take care of a wailing infant
Does nobody care about what i want?
But one day of great strife and suffering arose,
I wanted to inject Karen with the same dose
Of bitter lamentations, and deprivation of freedom
The victim a wee babe, whose prayers he would need'em.
The text found in a small red book, where all the secrets lay
I insidiously called out to the goblins, to take my burden away.
But i did not mean the wretched words i spoke,
I loved my baby brother, it was only a joke.
Transfigured into an owl, an omen of death
Came the Goblin King, imposive like Goliath.
Wth his seductive allure and mysterious ways,
He promised me my dreams yet i solved his maze.
And thus refusing to become his devoted slave
My precious brother i will always save!
But in the dead of night my secret shame has me confused
I find myself yearning for him, wishing i had never refused.