Kingdomless King

I

It's been quite long since the last time I read about Princes in the stars.

It's been long since I last spoke with honesty and truth, free of victimism and shame.

A young but already grown man I've become, yet not a wise one nor the kindest of them all.

At my 25 years of age, 1/4 of my life or maybe more's already thrown away, for I've come to grow an old King of the worst. Already angry with life, although it's barely began, repenting of wrongs I made with every Flower I met while I still was a Prince and ashamed of the past that my present forged. What I cruel Tirant I became, have I not?

Every Flower I've met, I've burnt it away. Saw in its petals waves of the fire they all roses lighten, and guided by my madness, a true fire out of them I lit.

Now there are no more roses, no more Flower in my tiny Planet, the is no more a Prince, only a King who's word is absolute order for his subjects, who are not more than just him.