A crooked prince charming

He rides in on a mule and not a horse.

Dressed in rags and not an armour.

He is handsome less charming.

He wears the badge of dishonour.

He speaks of castles or wealth yet he has neither.

His past is a crooked as his smile.

But he speaks of things he knows nothing of.

He speaks of the pulsating thrill of love.

The accentuated desires of passion.

The thirst of companionship.

Yet he has never felt the sting of love nor bore the burden of companionship.

He is a drifting, a defector pretending to be a prince.

He says what everyone wants to hear but no fruit of truth.

He is a prince less charming.

He carries the eerie air of neglect.

However you are drawn into this fantasy. Selling yourself a dream of his honour and valour.

But you are more the fool than he is.