Little Poem

We were the white knights,
The princes of promise.
They gave us our trust,
We took care of their hearts,
Until, our hearts swept with desire,
Our swords came our of their sheaths,
Drawing back with the unknowing hands,
And pierced the objects of our protection.
The hearts of out princesses lay on the ground,
Broken and bleeding.
The Knights are dethroned,
Becoming eternal princes of the dark,
No princess can ever trust their heart to the princes of the night.
Only a true King can be have the honor,
Of taking care of a mending heart.
A King is a prince that stood his desire,
And carried the heart until his protection was unwanted.
Only the one's capable of feeling the pain,
Can heal the pain.