• Prince of Winter

    I was born a b*****d,
    To a Prince and his cook,
    Never had a chance to know my mother,
    For she was dead not long after labour.

    Father never blame me ,
    He was kind and loving ,
    He fill in mother's place,
    and Provided me with non stop love.

    I often look upon him as a hero,
    A role model of mine,
    For he was as brave,
    and as cool as anyone can be.

    I remember those days
    When I would hide behind him,
    Or sit on his lap as he rock me to sleep,
    Those days when he would be there for me.

    Then,
    the dreadful day came,
    Father has been so ill for months,
    and no doc' could heal him.

    I stayed by with him,
    Never leave his deathbed,
    Trying my best to be brave,
    and not drop a tears.

    Father hold my hand,
    I lie beside him as he told me,
    Regret he never been,
    To ever fell in love with mother,
    Was the best thing he ever did.

    "Dear Xavier,my little prince,
    Remember this and remember well,
    Being in love is a wonderful thing,
    Don't ever be afraid to fight for love,
    Be strong,
    Be brave,
    For Father will always be by your side."

    With that he was gone,
    The large warm hand of his turned cold,
    I stayed by his side till the servants came,
    They pulled me and took him away,
    For the King has given orders,
    For a small burial be held for him.

    It had been snowing,lightly,
    Those snow flakes seems to be a bridge,
    A bridge to led father to HIM.

    He was finally gone,
    It was the last day I saw him,
    The last time I touched his face,
    The last winter we spend together for the last 7 years.

    My grandpa,The King,
    Took me under his wing,
    Wasn't allow to call him gramps,
    For a legal born prince I'm not,
    But a b*****d that shames his name.

    The next 5 years of my life,
    Has been very unpleasant,
    I was trained personally by the King,
    Who never hesitate to whip me,
    Whenever I made a mistake in lessons.

    My evil cousins often bullied me,
    Beat me up and locked me in the dark ,
    Till I learn to fight,
    and challenge the oldest of them all.

    Peter,thats him,
    Lost a finger and his pride,
    From then onwards,
    None of them dare to cross my path.

    By the time I was 15,
    I gained a nick' from everyone,
    The Prince of Winter was what I am,
    For I have closed my heart,
    Letting it freeze,
    To prevent others from hurting me.

    Till She appeared,
    A girl slightly older than me,
    Who found me reading under a tree,
    And not afraid to approach me.

    I found out later,
    That she was a consort in training,
    Prepare to serve the next king as his wife,
    and her name was Jessie.

    Jessie was pretty,annoying!
    Yet I love it when she did,
    and Her eyes,her blue eyes,
    seems to mesmerize me like a spell.

    Somehow she melted my frozen hearts,
    and I found myself slowly falling in love with her,
    I also started to smile a lot,
    Something that I forgotten long time ago.

    One day,
    While looking for her,
    I heard cryings,
    and the looks the servants had was disturbing.

    Why are they pretending not to hear a thing?
    What was happening here?

    I looked into a room,
    Saw her on the floor in a blanket,
    She was crying and looked scare,
    and the creep Peter was on the bed,naked.

    An evil smile carved on his face,
    As he had fill his satisfaction,
    The smile was gone,
    The moment he saw me there.

    I grab my knife and rushed to him,
    I was angry and in my mind,
    There's only one thing,
    KILL HIM!!

    However,
    Ran away he managed,
    and I would have run after him,
    If Jessie wasn't my first thought.

    Poor girl,she was so frightened,
    She was shivering when I held her,
    I couldn't get her to stop crying,
    Nor has the ability to change a thing.

    She was screaming when I first touch her,
    I grab her and held her tight,
    Ignoring her wants to get away,
    and she soon calmed down and cry in my arms.

    When I thought she has fell asleep,
    I too fell asleep,
    Which was my regret later on,
    For when I awake,
    She wasn't there by my side,
    She was dangling from the ceiling.

    Not making a sound,
    I took her down carefully,
    and Wrap her up in a blanket,
    She will never open her eyes again,
    I knew that,
    Yet, I try to wake her up,
    Till my tears were flowing down.

    Its tears,I realize,
    I was crying after all these years ,
    I whispered to my dead lover,
    "I love you Jessie.Wait for me."

    I took her to the garden,
    Ordered the servants to clean the place,
    Lay her in a bed of white roses ,
    For its what she loves the most.

    I leave her there for a while,
    Promising that I'll be back,
    My faithful servant,
    my only friend,
    Bob,
    swear his life to protect her,
    While I was gone,
    To finish off something.

    Into the palace I went in,
    Stormed into every room there is,
    Till I found that Peter in King's room,
    and challenge him while remain calm.

    A lose and death duel we should have,
    And chance to refuse he won't have,
    I gather all my intelligence
    and all my strength,
    Won over him soon after.

    The tip of my sword was at his neck,
    and The King left the room,shaking his head,
    Obviously he doesn't care,
    For Peter the Crown Prince too shame his name,
    and he was indeed known to be cruel.

    Peter was begging for his life,
    Yet nothing I heard other than Jessie's voice,
    One slash and his head rolled off,
    The bloody prince was gone for good.

    I went to my lover's side,
    Along with me the bloody sword,
    Kneeling down I kissed her,
    my dead lover,
    the soul of my life.

    With Jessie's safely in my arms,
    I took the bloody sword my dad left me,
    and Ended my life peacefully
    with no regrets I should have.


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    Jr.Reaper