Brat Prince

a prince, pariah, a child of immortality
a descendant of fire, a wolf skin on his shoulders
he shines through the pages of his own history
bloody tracks mark his path

when you look into his eyes, you will see a rebel
who stands at the crossroads
between the moon and the darkness
and cries „I was here!”

a prince, pariah, a child of crimson tides
the savage garden calls him to immerse himself in it
to take handfuls from it, wallowing in colors
drink from the lakes of pleasure
bath in the streams of beauty