Dark Prince

His hands are leather clothed,
Black,
His leathered hand cinkles and creaks with every movement,
Slightlt bloody,
Sword in hand,
He screams in victory as his sword pierces his enemy's body,
He laughs,
The battle ground is a demonic Hell,
A young madien watchs from a distance,
Watching his actions,
Slowly moving closer,
Too meak to speak up,
Yet she dose,
"Why do you do such outlandish acts?!" she cries,
He looks up from the impaled body,
Grining,
Going back to his brutal ways,
Leaving the madien to think...