Prince

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He who'll sit in the throne
Must bathe in blood
Eyes in madness
A posture of a king

The Royal Family
Unbeknownst to them
Someone watching
Waiting for the timing

The memories surfacing
The scar is burning
A prince in pain
A prince who'll betray

Two faced persons
Hate filled heart
Death is the price
For those who look down

He who shall rise
Must never hesitate
Covered in scars
Driven by war

The stench of metal
The feeling of ecstacy
Eyes lost in paradise
He will seek

As the sun goes red
And the sky turn dark
The wolves will be heard
The burning of flames

Metals will clashed
Flesh will tore
Screams will fall
The Devil will watch

Blood dripping
Pains resonating
Sword raising
Screaming, "Victory!!"

The darkness sorrounding
The sinister prince
Doom will come
In the kingdom he'll rule

Alongside his servant
Whom he cherish
They will rise
Once the king died

A lonely prince
The loyal servant
Cries of anguished
He will be king

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A/n:

Kingdoms. Wars. Royalty. Soldiers. Blood. Pride. Madness. Sanity.

The lonely prince who was always being look down by the people since his face is covered in scar. He had a servant whom he cherish because of it's loyalty and because of it's pure heart.

The prince who fought in wars, covered with scars and blood. The prince who turned sinister promise that he will rise together with his servant.

He will be king, that is his wish.

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