Prince of Denmark by Astradyne (best ebook reader android .TXT) 📖

Prince of Denmark

You take a step on Denmark's earth,
where all memories have lost their worth.
As pride of creation man should be born,
but he is not more than a hurtful thorn.

Nothing is as it seems,
father who haunts my dreams.
Murdered by a deceitful snake,
sent to heaven before he was awake.

My uncle,new king,seems to be the same,
but hissing snake that's his name.
Earned the crown by stepping over father's bone.
My soul set on fire when he acceded to the throne.

He picked up crumbs of a eternal king,
what he earned was his sling.
Mother splitting my heart in half,
changed her man and her love.

Known for purity was the mother I had,
became a vixen in his dirty bed.
She passed to incestious sheets with dexterity,
forgot the father knowingly.

Fair thoughts between maids' legs to lie,
but women's brief love soon goes by.
Hoped lover wouldn't be that kind,
but old man's whistle poisoned her mind.

Would it were not so,
Claudius is my hated foe.
To maintain silence,I swore,
but the will never reached the core.

With vendetta my thoughts are strained,
but too strong my hands are chained.
Because god is against suicide,
I can't turn the dagger to my side.

King and uncle,man of my mother,
fed his desire with the death of his brother.
There's nothing I had to do,
invisible trail of blood,it leads to you.


Heaven's reward to get you aren't able,
just to be guest of honour at devil's table.
Not the purest rain,not even the constantly trickling sands,
can rinse away the blood off your hands.

Cursed hands,drown in brother's blood,
thicker than in tones of mud.
The likes of you,who spy an me,
will never find the silver key.

A wrath of roses,a sparkling,golden star,
bloodied my hands and left a scar.
Call me what you want and see,
yet you cannot play upon me.

Send a quick prayer straight,
murderers never open heaven's gate.
Into chaos Denmark's court is thrown,
blood-soaked is the former king's throne.

I wander around in the halls,
frightened of the murderous ghost that calls.
Father's glory shines above the land,
but was slain by evil brother's hand.

The greatest king in line,
had to die before his time.
Sword must be pushed into traitor's heart,
so he lie covered in blood in the stolen yard.

Eyes without feeling,feeling without sight,
you murdered my father's and king's pride.
I'm the Prince of Denmark,
your death will be my reward.

Publication Date: 02-02-2009

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