The Prince's Tale Poem by Chloe Adele Cage

I stand before the end
Surrounded by the light
That shimmers, twists and bends
And clears the sky of night.

I watch with bated breath
As the light becomes your ghost
An image all thats left
As though death has come to boast.

I gaze around the moor
To darkness which has bowed
As I crumble to the floor
Amidst a hollow crowed.

Their cheering has gone silent
Your voice the only sound
My screaming heart is quiet
As I join you in the ground.