The Dying Prince
Tried my hand at poetry for some reason. I know it doesn't flow well but I wanted to make each stanza it's own small story.
The dying prince is in his palace
He is filled with malice
He wants glory for his kingdom
He wishes for his knights to cause gory scenes across the land
His canned desires sealed, due to death waiting for his next soul
The lonely wizard is in his tower.
He is creating potions with his flowers.
He wants to undo death itself
His lover's breath has failed to appear
He realizes happiness is a rare magic
The loyal hound is at bedside
His family's eyes are dried
He's waiting for master to wake up
He can't hear his master's breath
He'll wait, and soon it will be playtime once again
The minstrel is drinking alone
His lute thrown over the village's walls
He sees the halls that he could play in
He kneels down and prays to his God
Praying that he can have talent
The dying prince feels his time is near
He fears his kingdom will cheer
Why must my reign be cursed with misery he asks
The chain can only be broken with your death he hears
Wanting glory and fortune for his people, he closes his eyes