Oh,
My Prince,
You took advantage of the lavish life you did live.
All gold and velvet,
Was your home,
You did take but never give.
You sat in your tower,
Lovely Toreadors at each side,
But 'tis the little Malkav,
That your ice eye spied.
This little Malkavian,
Girl of black and red,
Danced the streets of your palace,
Insanity what she bled.
And yet,
Dear Prince,
All you had was eyes for her.
Yet little did you know,
That she did indeed,
Get there first.
Such a cute little
Thing she was,
A mane of ebony tresses,
Eyes of red and gold,
All prettied up in dresses.
That is how you liked it,
Isn't it,
My Prince?
She was always at your side,
And has been ever since.
So loyal,
Was this girl,
The one who had no name.
It was always, Malkavian!
But to her, 'twas all the same.
Or so you did think,
Didn't you My Prince?
Because of her madness, said girl's lips were sewn,
Though she cried every night,
To be so loved yet never known.
You thought she was free,
Yet she was just the opposite.
Or perhaps 'twas your ignorance,
That led that poor little girl,
Into a pet-like existence.
Such a masquerade ball,
Was your existence,
But it was what you asked.
Though you learnt to never trust,
The dreaded man with a mask.
But men are not the only ones,
Who wear cloth over their identities.
Wish you had thought of that before,
My Prince?
Before you took in this girl you did so adore.
Behind the mask of insanity,
Lay anxiety and pain,
But among that fierce loyalty.
This you manipulated,
But you treated her like royalty.
That made it okay,
Or so you thought, My Prince.
But it was merely making sure her leash was made of gold,
She was still your pet, your dog,
But at least this way she would never get old.
Always beautiful,
Until eternities end.
But that did never happen,
As she lay rotting,
As her porcelain skin did blacken.
You learned something,
Dear Prince.
Though you felt the greatest pain,
Oh, my great Prince,
You learned to never love again.
In the end,
Her loyalty and love served you well,
But she was that tad too brave,
And ended up lying limp, pale and pretty,
In an early grave.