With the touch of a velvet glove
An iron fist of controlling love
Insidious fingers of such jealousy
Tarnished Knight, without chivalry
Rivers of tears,fair maiden did weep
For her soul was not his to keep
She longed to walk in hallowed halls
But withered within his castle walls
~Eily Nash
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