The Lovers were once very merry,
Hell’s fire they could endure.
He gave her his heart passionately,
A heart that was once so pure.

The devil arrived one dark, dark night,
A soul was his quest to take.
The young lover was deep in slumber,
He had not yet thought to wake.

Until that demon crept to his room,
Took shape of his Juliet,
and with soft words and with one caress,
stole his heart once their lips met.

The next morning his princess she came,
but her prince had paid the price.
her hands shot back once they touched his face,
for his flesh had turned to ice.

"My sweet angel has fallen!" she cried,
she wept for her prince, now late,
The King and Queen rushed in to aid her,
But the princess had sealed her fate.

So let this be a lesson to all,
If you are about to wed,
Be thankful for your lover's promise,
and always check under the bed.