Sunken and fallen knee deep in life's mud and grime
A lost knight and forgotten prince who was once so fine
The Dark Armour is now rusted and dented
No faith, no hope, now I have repented
I have fallen and broken into many pieces
My once flowing royal cloak now covered in blood and creases
A sword, which is as blunt as my face
Journeys and memories lost in space
The rain pours from the clouds above from an overcast sky
My breathing is shallow and whispery as I wait to die
My own mortality a cold and real fate
So close now to my immortal gate
No more suffering for me, no more battles and wars
I think as I stare at my hands and feet covered in sores
Lost, so Lost. My path ahead has no clear direction
And without my strength I have no protection
The pain of the past and the fear of the future. My curse
Unable to go back in time and reverse
The Dark Prince now faces his hardest battle ever
To escape this pit of self-pity where I am bound in leather
Leather straps tear my wrists and cut my skin
As I struggle to me feet, with the power within
Cut and bruised, sad and forgotten
A shattered soul so bitter and rotten
I wipe the dirt from my face, and my green eyes see
A possibility of a new destiny
I look at the crest of the Dark Prince upon my chest
And realize that maybe within this broken heart and soul, lays another quest.
