Mandara awoke to a uproarious banter
in a field of poppies the faeries did chatter
then a hush, as descended Queen Ashler
for the beauty of the Faerie Queen left all in a daze

“o’ son of woman, why disturb you my dale?
have you not heard tell of my blood thirsty tales?
explain yourself!� the Queen screamed in one exhale
“True Loveâ€? was all he spoke, his voice stern and a braze

“true love!â€?,â€? true love!â€? was whispered there
the wee folk voices permeated the valley’s air
and again silence prevailed with the Queen’s glare
“if this truly be a true love tale, then this test he should prevailâ€?

faeries danced as the ancient majestic majiks pulsed
Queen Ashler proded as Mandara’s mind was avulsed
tears swelled in Royaltie’s eyes as his body convulsed
there true love was seen in human form on the flowery dale