The shrine of Madonna stood tall, The high king’s rapier fell down, not anymore was he the young prince, for he was devoid of all feelings.
The shrine of Madonna stood strong, The high king’s blood washed the ivory pedestal, quenching the prince’s sense of revenge. Neither guilt nor pity upheld him, when he turned his back on mother nature.
In the shrine that had housed people’s fears, life faded out of the king’s dark pupils. the same eyes that had once held the lust for power, the same eyes that were cold enough to stab his son’s lover.
The walls of the shrine had heard prayers, but never had it witnessed so many getting fulfilled; all at once. Now the king was dead in the hands of his own successor, the Crystal Garden breathed alive once again.
Once a prince and now the High King; but always the Master of Ether, will once and forever fall in love again. The Ice and the Wind will be home.
Poet’s Note: A young prince finds out that his father/the king murdered his lover. He avenges his lover’s death by killing his own father in cold blood in the holy shrine of Virgin Mary.
I am Lucifer the Prince of daemons which I command like a bunch of minions, for with them I annex realms and subjects who are no more than heavenly rejects, distinct from Saints; the apples of God’s eye. In Eden’s
I heard sweet voices sing Fragrance of wild flowers in spring A thrown of gold for a King To watch His courtier dance and sing The Queen sits by His side Watching the fair maidens Trying to steal Her pride
There once was a King, who lived in a castle, in a Kingdom of his own. He had everything, royalty could bring, except; he was alone. Since love wasn’t there, his castle was bare, just a building made out of
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