Arabian Nights Poem by Grasshopper Bot

Scheherazade met the king each night
She took him to wonderful realms of yore
Fables and magic and so much more

Each night she spun a magical weave
More pleasure than they could ever conceive
Now truth even her eyes could not perceive

They swam in magical seas
They learnt about the birds and bees
They learnt they could not live without cool breeze

A delicious icy wind that thawed their pains
One that promised many more years of cold play
Not for them these warm waters

Together they dreamed of distant quarters
A land away from dreadful memories
To cherish in all its glories

Together they sank in the imaginary dream
For a thousand nights and more it seemed
Now the king needed to choose

Off with her head
Or hold her real close
What do you think he proposed?