• Twas was cursed I was
    when all was still young,
    to have one word roll off of thy toung.
    Thy word has made my life a mess...
    I've but one answer, thy answer be-eth yes.

    Thy spell hoth broken, long ago.
    But thy curse, still haunt thy whole life so...
    And through thy years, I still recall
    Thy word repeated thus of all.

    If thy was asked to do ones bidding,
    I surely complied, beknownst of the beating.
    Thus became a horrible secret.
    To keep to thy self, a horrible secret...

    Thy secret soon took flight to some,
    Thy doing most bidding till' dusk to dawn.
    Yes, was my answer
    No, not a word,
    I begged for a cure,
    I begged for thy lord

    Till' one day a maiden fair,
    crossed my path, with long, flowing hair.
    My mind turned in knots,
    My thinking impaired.

    In thy attempts to approuch such a lady
    I couldn't help think my methods shady,
    So I gathered my mind and sulk in thy tower
    Waiting for answers of thy highest power.

    Though I, un-beknownst, had a guest that same day,
    Twas the same maiden that maddened my brain.
    "Won't you Come with me, let us be wed,
    I want to be with you from now till' thy dead,
    Please comply with this offer of love and of stress..."
    My answer, of course, was willingly yes.

    Thy curse that same day, had finally severed,
    My life with that word, thus finly out-whethered.
    But what would've happened under that great deal of stress,
    What would've happened, If thy haddent said yes...