The dying prince is in his palace

He is filled with malice

He wants glory for his kingdom

He wishes for his knights to cause gory scenes across the land

His canned desires sealed, due to death waiting for his next soul

The lonely wizard is in his tower.

He is creating potions with his flowers.

He wants to undo death itself

His lover's breath has failed to appear

He realizes happiness is a rare magic

The loyal hound is at bedside

His family's eyes are dried

He's waiting for master to wake up

He can't hear his master's breath

He'll wait, and soon it will be playtime once again

The minstrel is drinking alone

His lute thrown over the village's walls

He sees the halls that he could play in

He kneels down and prays to his God

Praying that he can have talent

The dying prince feels his time is near

He fears his kingdom will cheer

Why must my reign be cursed with misery he asks

The chain can only be broken with your death he hears

Wanting glory and fortune for his people, he closes his eyes