My bloody means led to a bloody end.
Was I doomed from the start, disfigured
Both inside and out, filled only with evil
Intent? Or did the river of blood that ran
From the brutal slayings of my forefathers,
Kin for kin, slayed for greed of power,
Taint my heart before I had a chance.
No honor can be seen in my chosen path,
I fought for the crown as those before me,
With conscience none, and twisted blade,
A true conniving Prince among men
Never worthy of the gaze of fair love.
But a crown taken through violence and
Trickery, will be taken away just the same.
So as my blood spills at finish, weep
Not for the villain lying slain, weep
For the Roséd War that made monsters
Out of men of honor and cunning.