A king once made a splendid castle, in a clime of befitting choice.

For some days away from usual bustle, to be with daughters and rejoice. Located near a dingles bottom, of a river in euphonic verse Turned into golden paradise in autumn With some golden maples and conifers With marvellous gardens in his vision surrounding the castle all around, asked the wardens of his prison, If a parole can be found? Soldiers once plundred his orchard. Grapes and Apples and Oranges, Tried to fight when could not guard And was sentenced for, whom he resisted. Earned him his freedom, his proclivity. Very unaware of his quiet rage In his silence and sensitivity he has always known his masters ways An unknown nook was happy, though Hid his ire in a silent lowered gaze, The king became an undeclared foe. to be conserved for oppotune days. But destiny played a different hand Could not keep his angers long The serene place and its magic wand, He forgot all that happened wrong. Eventually grew in him an intimacy, for the youngest daughter of the king The love overcast over angers prophecy The gardens bloomed during this fling. When she saw it atop the hill Her name in blue lillies in the garden pond Could not prevent him or her from him From hiding places and being vagabond.

The days went past and really fast. The garden swelled up in all its beauties. They hoped the spring would forever last He loved her evermore but carried duties. In the eagerness when the king arrived, to ask from him her love of life. Ran with craze as if she jived A bush of roses fetched strife. Asked her how her forearm bruised . Without foresight, truthfully she replied All the roses stood amused The conjured gardener was exiled. Now the people have a lot to say He helped him and in return, he stung. Says, the King of the daughter in dismay Never keep a gardener young.