Every day and every night,
The King's past haunts him
Unceasing in its clarity and focus,
Making him wish to forget,
Forget everything about himself.
The intense heat and roaring of flames,
The groans of supports and the falling of ashes,
The screams of two that are dying,
And the extreme scorch of fire on skin.
The gratefulness of being found,
The fear of being sold,
The only thing he clings to is his pride,
For without it, he'd be lost,
Like a robin killed by a hunter.
His innocence cruelly taken from him,
As men in black robes,
Keep him in a cage,
And brand him like he is property,
Only to be used to help their evil ways.
Laid on an altar with a knife raised above,
He cries out for anyone to help,
A moment of weakness that proves to be vital.
A red-eyed raven comes
And binds them together by a single contract.
That neither can break.
The young Prince has turned into a King,
With a Knight that will forever stay loyally by his side.
The Knight can move as many spaces as needed
Or get across the board in one single move.
And will never betray his King,
Forever standing firm in his loyalties.
Until the day comes that the contract is fulfilled
And the King is overturned by his Knight.