I lift my sword and wipe away my tears,
Remembering the past, my thoughts clear and empty.
The Star Pavilion,
Quiet and secluded, I alone mourn what has passed.
So what if I was a prince? I was still just a chess piece in someone else’s hand. Only by standing at the very top could I obtain what I wanted.
But then I met her.
I was no longer the king with nothing to lose. Yet amid the rising winds and falling rain, I could no longer let myself hope for that peace...
Why don't you continue writing? . . . What a nice thing to say.