Requiem For a Tragedy

Inside an obscure castle

Sits a sullen prince

Whose eyes glaze over with perspiration

Whose fingers jerk and twist

His neck hangs to face his feet

He holds this hallow hope

His heart always skips a beat

His childhood shattered by the fall

Does he sit in his fathers' chair

Broken pride and all

And in a wisp of wind a whisper

Of secrets that seep from under locked doors

"Little boy of kingdom tragedies

Not a cry you let out

For in his death do you gain power

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