He dreamt of conquest, a heart to claim,
A fortress breached whispered her name.
With battering love, he'd break the wall,
A hero bold, to conquer all.
He saw himself, as a charming thief,
Stealing her heart, bringing sweet relief.
A path he'd paved, a love unfurled,
A king deserving of this captured world.
But truth, a mirror, cracked the dream,
No storming hero, just a flickering gleam.
He chipped the walls, a beggar's plea,
For shelter sought, not victory.
He found a haven, warmth inside,
Yet in his wake, a treasure died.
The gentlest touch, the trust he broke,
A fragile thing, a silent choke.
So let him wear his title now,
A king of dust, with a broken vow.
The Thief of Hearts, a Bitter Crown,
For love, he crushed, not won renown.