She never really saw him, he was just another slave,
Nothing worth her time, just an ugly little knave.
No better than the cattle behind the barn yard door,
A thing suited to it's job, a thing there to ignore.
He was the lowest of her Throne room, more animal than man,
A slave who did the work from which the others often ran.
He kept his gaze upon the floor when ever she was near,
Kept still his tongue so his voice she did not hear.
So when the beast came upon the castle door,
Rending slaves, drenched their blood upon the floor.
To Her room the beast it quickly sped,
To devour fairest maiden when all had off and fled!
T'was when it's jaws were near her perfect skin,
That lowly knave, that worthless slave did charge through the din,
With bare hands, devotion, selfless love,
Slain that wicked beast with blows from up above.
That night her eyes saw her slave complete,
Her servant true bowing at her feet.