The Brat Prince
The blood drips from his mouth,
So red and delicious.
His clothes are old and dirty,
Though grimy he still is beautiful.
Beautiful and dangerous.
Though the thrill is amazing.
Eyes shimmering like two pools filled with emeralds,
Those eyes could make a goddess weep.
Pale skin that's cool to the touch,
But is hidden underneath layers of old world clothes.
He hunts the evil ones,
He punishes them.
The fallen angel,
Whose wings are broken.
Mend your wings sweet prince,
And live peacefully in eternity.
- April Mexicano
1/12/06