(Plot, feel free to use it, just give me my credits, big time. Not that you'll understand)
He was an enchantment
From Roman descent
In a suit tailored and worn in orgulousity
Soon to be found in atrocity,
Picked up in curiosity
In a maiden's delicate hands
In the diverse time of night
He wished no more to be prince
And only be a knight.
He threw his suit and became a knight
His armor glinting for limelight
Dislike struck from his father
As he went farther from his former identity
Soon sent out for battles,
In but mere gravels,
For the shame was there.
And as mere knights,
One will die, one will persevere.
He was the former.
Beneath his dying breath, eyes closed, he regretted.
He had repeatedly said to not regret.
But now he will allow, but only for a fraction of seconds.
but his eyes never opened again.
He was taken back in time, or rather alternatives,
Where he may, craft an alternative ending in the lacuna in his life, waiting to be filled,
Where he may, move to another blank future,
If made a mistake. If seen unfit.
He remembered his suit, and closed his eyes. Stepped through a point of no return.
Now he was no more prince nor knight,
While simultaneously, being one of the either or both.
Little did he know, the suit he remembered,
The suit worn in proudness,
Was what will connect his original world with his.
With a thin thread that cannot be cut or become thicker.
It can only be burned.
The maiden, who possesses the object that links the world. Remembers the prince, in the world where he no longer exists.
Brought into alternatives, that switch from place to place and has no lingering origin,
Was but a bludgeon.
She closed her eyes.
She knew who to find.
The one who cannot be labeled what he was to be labeled.
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