I look into your eyes, black as the night,
Outlined by a shining, bright golden rim
And wonder, what a magnificent sight
Every moment with you is never dim.
Your hair is almost as dark as your eyes.
A large crown rests on the thick bed of curls.
Untouched pale skin, white like clouds of the sky
A mellifluous voice that charms the girls
Magic courses through the heat of your veins
A poise of elegance, unparalleled
Ethereal presence no man contains
Of which under, lie your secrets withheld
But beneath the glamour, he hides his pain
On the throne sits the cursed king of Elfhame