Through hard rain and dark woods and across quaggy plains,
A patrician knight snuck out from his dad’s zymotic thought chains

Riding towards his companion Sky in a mask of night’s obscurity
Anxious his forthwith taboo act would conflict with Sky’s purity

Clutching handwrit stationary at his bosom upon arrival,
Containing a taboo symbol by King’s command writ only archivally

Sky jovially brought our knight in and unknowingly took his gift with taboo,
And our knight saw Sky’s alluring optics light up, fancying “I love you”.