whatever he touches, if it isn't false already, becomes false

Princes are a petty thing,
stick with the pretty witch.
Princes are a petty sort
who tell the sweetest lies.

Witches are a taloned kind,
sharp edges, sharper smiles.
Witches are a truthful sort,
who cut the hero thrice.

Roses for the hero's cloak,
who played her with a kiss.
Ashes for the witch's throat,
and a knife for the winding road.