The drizzle, pitter-pattered on the sodden ground
Mixed with the smell of battle and it's sound
The clash of swords and horses breathe
I taste the scent of another foes death
Crimson steel, and wounded women
Death will reach them but they never know when
My armour of black and cloak the same
Swirl in the wind as my bow takes aim
Picking the enemy off, like a sitting duck
And watch them drop as they run out of luck
Battles and wars are like morning and night
I am the Dark Prince I was born to fight
But this is a story of when my crest on my shield
Was seen by all and was revealed
I was fighting the sirens, harpies and she devils
Female in some form but at twisted levels
Mixed emotions and feelings of war
They wanted my soul and heart and so much more
I have killed so many in my time
Only in death did they know they were not mine
With claws, and words they screeched and howled
And with venom of hatred and bitterness growled
“You are mine Dark Prince, you belong to me”
But with a swift stroke of my sword it wasn't meant to be
My dark minions were far too strong
And the victory coming did not take long
As the enemy lay wounded and within the pit
I held above my shield so all could see it
And my voiced echoed to all around
Until Silence was the only sound
“AS LONG AS THESE NAMES APPEAR ON MY SHIELD I WILL LOVE NO OTHER!”
And in a language that no one new but understood they saw two words
One was mother and other brother.