Every dawn came red as if it were remembering the dead

and once night came into view a new bride he would wed.

However it wasn't wuite true on account of his head.

Every dawn this young man, would forget what was said.

The marriage happened that much is true

His bride was beautiful but not exactly new.

Wtih the dawm went his mind yet still she sat by his bedside.

Long into the night she would spin tales of far and wide.

She had stories of slaves, pirates, and magic

She had something in store for every fanatic

Night after night she told him these tales

and dawn after dawn to no avail\

His mind would still trap him inside 

and make him forget his wonderful bride

One thousand and one nights she sat by his side

and hoped to bring back her pride

This dawn was different it was easy to see

it waS not as red as those that precede

His eyes hel semblance of memory

From that dawn on they were merry.