SHADOW PRINCE POETRY

Loving you I merely destroyed the being I once recognized.

l let you glare into my soul, my mind

You saw everything as was what it was

yet you stayed, with your angelic smile and told me words I have only

conjured from my imagination.

What a fool I was to let you rip out my heart

with your brown doughed eyes and your deceitful words poisoning my once clear conscience.

I swear by thee to never love another warm blood again.

Yours truly,
The S.P.

SHADOW PRINCE POETRY

You have sworn that you hate me for all eternity
But I cannot help to wonder is that still the truth that you so speak and swear by?
Lovers to enemies, perhaps someday in due time
I can call you mine again. Until then farewell my heart.
Yours truly,
The S.P.

SHADOW PRINCE POETRY

She was an angel like no other
She did not fear the darkened sins that enveloped thee
Instead she placed her angelic hands upon mine and freed me
Of what has haunted me for what seems an eternity, a true angel's touch.
For I was a different man, a healed one.
I am forever in your debt, mon coeur.
Yours truly,
The S.P.

SHADOW PRINCE POETRY

You are nothing more than a fox afraid of its own silhouette.

Scared of how the rest of humanity shall perceive you,

You are truly terrified little fox

You shall run as fast as you ever dreamt

But yet you still cannot outrun the true nature

of the being you have become.

Yours truly,
The S.P.

SHADOW PRINCE POETRY

I used to gently whisper I love you to the moon
in hopes it would speak to you as I stared upon it.
I would stare upon the stars and beg to provide its protection to shield you from any harm.
There I asked the darkness to watch over you
In my absence, for it to shadow my presence
In great hopes you sought out a sense of comfort.
My deepest condolences,
I was not there when you weeped my name,
For I stayed in the shadows.
forgive thee once more.

Yours truly
The S.P.

SHADOW PRINCE POETRY

Humanity insists destruction upon their own kind

Only to promote the change they once feared

The pattern of destruction once again
prevails,

I feel melancholy toward the nature of humanity.

Yours truly,
S. P.