She fled as the clock struck one 

An hour late, disguises done, 

Leaving behind, not a slipper or shoe

But a bound prince sitting in the loo.

You see, it was the princess upon whom she’d set her sights;

Ginger haired beauty in gossamer tights

That now lay discarded at the foot of the bed

The beauty asleep, unaware that she’d fled.

She giggled as she took the steps two at a time

And cleverly toyed with the words in this rhyme:

"You see, I’ve yet to get past the gate

My own fault for leaving the princess so late

But truly, though twas I who seduced her

By whispering sweet nothings into her ear

It’s her who now holds the key

Once untamed, now I’ll never be free

A prisoner of lust, of desire, of need

After one simple dalliance in which we did the deed

Already I’m planning on breaking back in

Prepared to get lost in the temptations of sin

Yes, my ginger haired princess has tamed me at last

Damn her eyes, changed my mind, getting out of here fast

And away on my horse, before I can weaken

And fly back up the stairs, where she sleeps like a beacon

With me but a moth, consumed by her flame

Good god, don’t think that she is to blame

For I would go willingly into her arms

To stay there forever, lost in her charms

And give up my days as a rake, oh so bold

For my ginger haired princess who’s got such a hold

Whose laughter and wit and soft soothing voice

Are like a leash, leaving me no choice

But to retrace my steps and climb back up her tower

And bury my face in her blossoming flower

And that’s how she’ll wake, with my kiss twixt her thighs

Ah, sweet music to me, her passionate cries

As she trembles and quakes, speared on my tongue

My song turned to duet as she sings along."