At last I understand you better, Prince.
I know the enmity that boils within,
The anger no appeasement can convince
To set aside its boundless quest to win.
I know the wrath that pleads it is no sin.
I know the point that doesn’t need a sword.
I know the force that moves me to begin.
I know what mind and body can afford.
And I acknowledge you were royal, lord,
In every way a commoner can grasp.
Make peace with all my foes? See smiles restored?
I smile to think I’d rather kiss an asp.
Those bastards live – and all my being aches
To see the lot of them impaled on stakes.