I had swum against the tides of agony

Climbed over mountains of anguish

Not knowing when my soul would break

For my people shall never be destroyed in my wake

But now I walk through a chamber of pain

My heads down, my pride slain

My race has been slaughtered

My life has been shattered

As the raging storm drenches me

With droplets of melancholy

I look towards the sky

Praying for Death to consume me

Grey mist gathers around me

Growing with intensity, glowing with dark energy

I close my eyes, I take a deep breath

I clench my fists

And walk towards the heart of the mist

The raw pull of its core tears my body apart

And pushes my mind towards insanity

As life flashes before my eyes, I let go,

Willing to break, willing to concede

And then the thunder roars from the clouds above

Breaking into the mist, scattering it

It courses right through my withered body

Washing me in a current of torture

Ripping me from the realms of sanity

Forcing me through the doors of death

Has the prince fallen already?

Has the royal blood of my father

Which had the ferocity of the erupting volcanos,

Turned into the sorrows of a sea?

NO!

I WILL RISE ABOVE WEAKNESS!

Lightning flows into my heart

And blasts through my veins

Electrifying my royal blood

Saturating it with power

Flooding it with wrath

I feel resurrected

I feel transformed

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath

I pray for my father’s blessings

Who hides behind the curtains of death

Tears of rage sprout out of my murderous eyes

With the roar of a dragon I march towards my enemies

Alone, but with the wrath of a beast

Not as a fragile prince

Waiting for his disastrous end

But as a mighty king

Revived from an ancient legend.