My young and handsome Prince of Swords,
My fearless knight, my timeless rider,
I still remember all your words,
That hurt like steel and golden fire.
You're still a secret that I keep
With pride that years cannot diminish,
Your life is like a cloud of sleep -
I fight to reach the line of finish.
There isn't so much more to say,
And no more tears of ice and silver -
The Prince of Swords is free today,
And sailing down a stormy river.
The Prince of Swords will never rest -
His mission is an endless journey,
He must ride on, complete his quest,
Without fear, or doubt, or warning.
Prince of Swords
© Copyright: Celena Costello, 2002
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