He went into a black burning coffin where he laid, burning and decaying. Waiting for his transformation like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Soon after a man dress in black, with chains, and
Scars on his face from his past rose. As fire burned behind him he took his nails and engraved these words on his coffin: "He's gone, I'm Here. He's dead, I'm alive." He threw fuel into the fire as he
Walked away. He arrived at his old palace saved his old memories, then built it back up in black. He sat down on his throne and crowned himself prince of darkness.
People called him weird, shunned him, and added to his scars but he kept his head held high and his crown on tight. Everyone despised him but he ignored he wondered how unhappy one must
To ridicule someone who is happy. Some say the Prince's pain and defended him, while others looked at him in confusion. The prince still gets scars, but in the end he is happy with
Who he is. He is proud, proud to be prince of shadows, the prince of noir, the prince if darkness. Those who think he is strange, are the strange. Those who say they are normal, are afraid
To show who they are, therefore they make fun of others because they are they strange ones. And I am The prince of darkness.
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The Dark Ages Volume 1 [ Formerly "A Sideways Plummet"]
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