He was born to be no more
than a beastly king,
She was no more than a blind girl,
Living for a game.
Brought together by his own interests,
Falling slowly, silently, subtly
As he tried to outdo her fame,
Beat her at the one thing
for which she'd so long lived,
Allowing her to wager her life for wishes.
Funny thing is...
Neither knew much of love.
She only knew the game,
He...the desire to rule and kill,
But, with her,
He could never bend to that will.
A humane side came
Briefly, that dark side it could tame.
Instead of laughing about intentions to kill,
This side looked upon her and asked
if there was something she needed.
Looked upon her as she was being attacked,
Horrified as she bled from many a gash,
Only thinking of healing her
And punishing the villain.
He still did not know it was love,
Even as he rescued her
When his palace was tumbling down,
Thinking only of pulling her back
from the brink of death,
Still not knowing it was love as he looked upon her,
Regaining the memories he'd lost,
Seeing her alive and well,
But, oh, you could see their hearts swell,
As they sat down for one last game,
They'd die there, together,
Peacefully,
With one last smile on each of their faces,
Flying to better places,
No, the beast king never beat the sweet little blind girl at her game,
But he did beat the game that was his short life.
Born a feared king,
Dying a beloved one.