The Prince

He runs, head held high,

through the dark castle,

from the fight.

His pursuer not even close,

He knows that there is still hope .

He killed, but not of his own will,

He knows that his is a life

On the run.

He looks to the clouds,

For the One he loves.

All this to undo a wrong

From yester-year.

He is truly a noble Prince.