The youth; a hopeful child no longer in skin that feels like their own. A soul of a child in a time of new, bright as the sun and a smile wide for all.
In bright, raging seas; learning in cruelty and selfishness, a man. Even the open sea’s cannot help the hole he’s dug himself.
A prince, whether here by blood or by theft; a young soul who wanted nothing more but to help. Like sunlight shining through the clouds; maybe you can make your own home.
Drowning in the shadows of that massive oak tree, here is where you shall lay. All you wanted was to live. To love. To share your heart with the world and yet this is how you are repaid. May the gods be merciful, my knight.
Once a child's soul; tainted in selfishness and need; burned pure by the force of a goddess no one ever truly knew, your wings may be white my friend but your hands are soaked in blood. Your bright colors and wide smile will not save you. All you can do is hope that she gives mercy to the next one…
