A guardian in the forest, deep

His secrets, she will surely keep

With promises, of his heart’s desire

She will, covertly, claim his fire

His sword, unnecessary, for this task

She knows who hides, behind the mask

He holds on fast, to the hidden blade

Yet knows, this is, his masquerade

A man whose virtue knows its end

Bound to a woman, he cannot transcend

 

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