The Prince, The King And The Master

The Prince, The King And The Master long poem

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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.

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Mario Vitale

From the moment of birth to when we die, life presents us with dilemmas and questions that amuse, titillate and confuse us. As we get older, we realize that what we thought we knew was all pure conjecture. This poem is meant to reflect the myriad of disjointed thoughts that have run through my mind throughout the years. The “why me?” and “what is my purpose in life?” questions usually are met with ambiguity and incoherence. Many of us are beleaguered with these conceits and although some find solace in religion, for people like me it becomes an existential never ending struggle.


I love it!… amazing story


beautiful… bravo!


he reminds me of Dorian hallivard


throne of glass !!!


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