Inside an obscure castle

Sits a sullen prince

Whose eyes glazed over with perspiration

Whose fingers jerk and twist

With lips as red as blood

With a heart that always skips a beat

When fingernails turn palm to blood

And necks hang to face your feet

His toes do curl

And his back does arch

Chocking on the screams in the back of his throat

Drowning in his tears

Does he sit in his father chair

Broken pride and all

And in a wisp of wind a whisper

Of secrets dark and cold

"Little boy of kingdom tragedies

Not a cry you let out

For in his death do you gain power

From the throne that sits upon the grave of your father"