He walked alone, searching the cave,
A secret uncovered, a daring save.
Garden of the night, a blissful surprise,
Colours of fantasy, a spark of paradise.
Clad in ivory, tracing over silk,
Painted in copper, bathed in milk.
A dream of lust, a sinful play,
Written in gold, a mask in sway.
Swarmed by the charm of ladies unknown,
His heart now corrupted, his mind blown.
A feeling too hard to swallow or miss,
Tampered with magic—a romantic kiss.