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Has life been fair to you, sweet prince,
whose face so adorned with tender wounds
made from shattered fragments of broken hearts,
deep and piercing through the bones?

In the zenith of slanderous midnight
you bend your knees to search for pieces
of a scattered soul, blown away by insolence,
hiding in darkness impregnable by your light.

Has life been kind to you, charming one,
whose swollen hands tremble in the cold,
lips bruised and shaking in utterance
of blessings and unconditional mercies?

Barefooted you drag your wooden scepter,
parading like a hero possessed with lunacy,
unnoticed by the hectic crowd drenched hard
in their own indifference and self-love.

How long is your endurance, prince in love,
whose heart though weary never sways,
whose arms outstretched never fall and fail?
Must be the nails that keep you hanging on.

I have grumbled more than many times
and have cursed you more than countless,
blinded by my anger, I have never seen you,
forced myself never to hear from you.

Worthless rag lying next to royal carpet,
How do you see me from there, high prince?
Emaciated dog content with dull bone,
wanderer in a highway of desperate men.

Description
Has life been fair to you, sweet prince,
whose face so adorned with tender wounds
made from shattered fragments of broken hearts,
deep and piercing through the bones?

In the zenith of slanderous midnight
you bend your knees to search for pieces
of a scattered soul, blown away by insolence,
hiding in darkness impregnable by your light.

Has life been kind to you, charming one,
whose swollen hands tremble in the cold,
lips bruised and shaking in utterance
of blessings and unconditional mercies?

Barefooted you drag your wooden scepter,
parading like a hero possessed with lunacy,
unnoticed by the hectic crowd drenched hard
in their own indifference and self-love.

How long is your endurance, prince in love,
whose heart though weary never sways,
whose arms outstretched never fall and fail?
Must be the nails that keep you hanging on.

I have grumbled more than many times
and have cursed you more than countless,
blinded by my anger, I have never seen you,
forced myself never to hear from you.

Worthless rag lying next to royal carpet,
How do you see me from there, high prince?
Emaciated dog content with dull bone,
wanderer in a highway of desperate men.