SHEHERAZADE.

She came the 'Daughter of the city,' (concubine)

With intent of marriage poised on her breath,

His kingdom flowed with gold, spice and riches,

The grand prize was to be Queen in his bed,

Betrayed by love, he took his revenge,

Marrying others but slaying them each night,

She was summoned to his chamber,

Touched by this beautiful stranger

With exotic charm, telling tales making him blind.

Her stories kept hold as nights followed days

Until the King fell madly in love,

She broke the chains of his vengeful pain

Captivated, he heard all 'til they were done,

Sheherazade rose to become his good faithful Queen,

A journey she'd set out to achieve,

Bore him three kids, showed how deceptive she'd been

Saving her life and attaining her dream.

Love filled the King's heart where great pain had lived

Both had won, now joy was grand once again,

She lived out her life with full honours as Queen

Knowing the King's love was hers forever amen.