To infiltrate the mighty kingdom

A ransom to hold over her powerful domaine

A calling so flawed it defies belief

As obvious and graceless as a falling thief.

He carps and quivers in coat and hat

Standing so rampant in this and that

She understands his moral frame

A motivation so wan and lame.

“Kiss me,” he commands with foolish jib

She knows he comes with justice lied

She stoops to give the final aside

Knowing that all love has died.

Who can quibble with one so weary

Of loves gullible strength so leery

Leaves behind a sinful marker

Of foolish pride and intention darker…