The Prince
He runs, head held high,
through the dark castle,
from the fight.
His pursuer not even close,
He knows that there is still hope .
He killed, but not of his own will,
He knows that his is a life
On the run.
He looks to the clouds,
For the One he loves.
All this to undo a wrong
From yester-year.
He is truly a noble Prince.