The North Kingdom

In the North Kingdom.
There is a king.
He is ruthless.
Even to his own blood.
He is an Angel.
Of Death.
He steals magic from the dead.
Then gives it to his children.
Whom he trains till their limits.
His first son.
His heir.
Is dangerous.
Deadly.
And thirsts for blood.
He can create anything.
With just one thought.
His second son.
Is a twin.
His beauty is enchanting.
He can charm his way.
Into anyone's heart.
He can sing.
To kill.
To charm.
Or to manipulate.
His third.
Was a girl.
She was the younger twin.
She was as beautiful as her twin.
She can touch your arm.
And steal your soul.
Your health.
Your life.
Your power.
A runaway princess.
Was her.
The fourth son was a kind soul.
Like his mother.
With her beauty.
And grace.
He controlled elements.
Fire and Earth.
Now.
The King's last son.
Was the one he wanted.
He looks so much like him.
The King was overjoyed.
The child had so much potential.
Just not in the castle.
He was another angel.
Except he could control
Life and Death.
But what a pity.
He was taken in the dead of night.
Such a shame.
The King's in fury.
The children envied the child.
Freedom was something they didn't have.