A sorcerer
Grew into a man
Thoughts governed by one thing
Destiny
A Prince
The richest of all
But lost
Not knowing his place
The Sorcerer
Grew up in fear
Of his gifts
Embraces them
The Prince
Controlled by his father
Breaks free
And becomes his own
The Sorcerer
He meets the Prince
The prat
The puppet
The Prince
Meets the Sorcerer
The low life
His friend
The two
So supportive
But one
Has a secret
One he's kept
For as long as he's known
About his gift
About his curse
The Prince
Feels bertayed
By the man
He thought he knew
The Sorcerer
Feels betrayed
He was honest
He wishes he wasn't
The Prince
Seeks guidence
And comes to see
The sorcerer, no, his friend
The Sorcerer
Is overjoeyed
He's accepted
As he truly is
The Prince
Pierced with a sword
One forged
In a dragon's breath
The Sorcerer
His friend is dying
And there's nothing
He can do
The Prince
Dead by the lake
His last words
Thank You