Ode To Pablo & Isabella

There is no tale more tragic
Nor story of woe
Than of love laced with hatred
By a lover and foe

In a land wrapped in mystery
Where wolf cubs are the sign
Dwelt an eager young princess
Who was all but divine

In a land steeped in history
Where the bull fighters dance
Dwelt a hardened young prince
Who won wars with his lance

Now the prince was a warrior
And at the head of his hordes
He did conquer the known world
With the might of his swords

And so with much warning
Where the wolf’s standards soar
Came the prince of bullfighters
Came and camped at her door

Though their lands were quite distant
By the means of the day
It is now seen as fitting
That they met in this way

She the freckled fresh princess
Who could capture his eyes
Who could bewitch his male senses
And beguile him with lies

He the innocent war maker
With his hands steeped in blood
With his legs caked in clay
And his head caked in mud

And so with an army
He came to her lair
And with his rabble outside
He laid waste to her there

None could stand before him
So she lay, felt him rise
As his lusting gaze lingered
On her breasts, butt and thighs

This is their story
Of a man put to the test
Of a woman ready and willing
To give him her best

While her shining curls
And her satin white skin
Made him dream of her thighs
And the joys found within

His rugged fierce scowl
And his strength, and his fire
Made her wet with delight
Made her moist with desire

She made him no promises
For love she did lack
No, she plotted her victory
While flat on her back

And even as she sucked
Till his eyes closed with bliss
She worked on her future
With her mouth’s Judas kiss

So that taking her there
On her knees in the dirt
He knew only her cries
Both of pleasure and hurt

And knew nothing of lies
Or deception or plot
Did not know that her allies
Were aware of her lot

Had received from her maidens
A cry for their aid
While her pussy he plundered
While her tight arse he laid

So that as he lay sated
On the uneven ground
Secret killers came stalking
Without making a sound

He was a fighter, a battler,
A man straight and true
How could he know
That this moment he’d rue

While his fingers ran gently
Over nipples and breast
Did not know that his bewitcher
Had sent maids on a quest

For a killer, assassin
To end his brief rule
For in intrigue and plotting
She took him for a fool

As his lips traced her skin
From her top to her rear
While her breathy small cries
Carried loud on the air

While she keenly enjoyed
All the passion he brought
On the legs of avengers
Came the rescue she sought

They came springing upon him
In the midst of their heat
So it was now in pleasure
That she saw a great feat

For he did not cease
From his vigorous strokes
In her hot aroused body
While he battled those folks

With each stroke deep inside her
He would swing his great sword
Would dismember an attacker
Like a lecherous Lord

And thrusting even harder
Yes, more urgently still
He killed every assassin
Dispatched each one with skill

So that coming to climax
Blood flew like red rain
And his gaze turned down now
To the cause of his pain

With a gentle rebuke
A sad look in his eye
He beheaded his princess
Cut her throat with a sigh

It is said he was changed
That he never knew peace
That in Rome’s long lost halls
He walks on without cease

But whatever the myth
These facts, they are true
There ended the conquest
By the greatest Spain knew

When he stepped from her dwelling
He was washed and well dressed
He said naught to his generals
Save “Put her men to the test”

As the cries of her allies
Echoed off distant walls
He turned his army about
Headed back for the Falls

Crossed the river divide
Marched across the great plain
Crossed the mountains and hills
To Espanya again

And throughout that whole journey
He said never a word
Or at least from his counsel
Not one word was heard

When in victory they came
At last to their homes
It is said he left quietly
And to this day he roams

Over hillside and mountain
Over river and lake
Looking for what? True love?
And a passion not fake

Trapped in timeless bondage
To a girl now long dead
She who captured his heart
Who then took off her head

There are those who will say
In the wind and the rain
In the small sounds at midnight
He still cries out her name

So then, the tale
Of these royals is told
And you’ve heard from me
How this tale did unfold

So give thought, ye who listen
And consider this well
Love a woman not lightly…
…there are worse things than hell!