Prince

Whoosh, I run past the trees Thump, I land softly on the floor Shhhhhhhing, I pull out my sword And I look up I am ready. In, I walk with the grace of a cat. A black cat, my favorite no more, no less Accompanies me on my one and only quest. "Wh-!" a guard exclaims and calls I slit his throat in sec, without a doubt. I smile and gaze at those around Trembling in fright with their swords on the ground. "Go" I say, my whisper thundering in the halls, Sparing their lives, what a horrible waste. And off they ran, like mad monkeys racing Leaving behind dust, forgetting about their duty. "My dear little Prince," I chuckled to my cat, "Shall we continue and finish this test?" Prince stares at me, its eyes no longer honest And its reply plain and there. Yes, yes we shall. I lick off the blood staining my sword, Spitting the liquid on what's left of the body. And I ascend up and up the cold wet stairs. Closer and closer to what I am to accomplish. I can't help but smile at the wonderful thought I hear bellows and screams and shouts for help. I snicker at the panic occurring above. I kick open the wooden door And it broke into pieces Scratching and scarring the face of the king Oh the king, the king, my wonderful father Whose heart was then stabbed me and no other His blood then splatters all over the bed As I slice out his heart and chop off his head A woman faints, then, in a corner After shrieking and shouting, running for cover I smirk and call out for my dear companion Prince And together we left the grave of my father Who, after so many years have finally come to pass, Is dead from this world, a long forgotten past. Into the night we ran and escaped Free, I finally am, together with my black cat.