Violet Prince

A prince among his people viewed without respect,

fuchsia, yellow, and others in between deny his prospect.

But he understood what no one understands,

cast into a hell of angels, the deadliest of lands.

Still without his people things grow increasingly grim.

His hope becomes drained and withered, a phantom limb.

It will ache and throb but feel nothing more.

With all his hope gone he seeks a deal with Noir,

and when he comes for his people, asking them to repent,

they react with weapons bared and the prince's wrath augments.

Now he's in a place that he cannot understand,

a place where hope does everything but withstand.

And from here our prince of violet makes his turbulent descent.

Jade, yellow, and fuchsia spill to sate his unwavering malcontent.