Behold in all his glory press the Crown Prince of Pain
Spitting reckless verses with a penchant for disdain
Lashing out against the world with bending notes and screams
chasing down a missing picture somewhere in his dreams

Enter into madness with the Sorceress of Spite
waiting in the wings draped in shadows of the night
looking for an inroad straight into the Prince’s bed
opening a pathway that could get inside his head

They met perchance deliberately by matter of design
and in a lapse of reasoning, he saw it as a sign
Her green eyes in disguise did hide the hunter from the game
an agent of misfortune who had sold her soul for fame

She planned and schemed to live her dreams
vicariously in his room
And made him feel for something real while plotting out his doom
She’d use her charm to do him harm and steal his rock god throne
to prostitute herself for gain and somehow be his clone

So as the Prince was nurturing his legion fans of sadness
the Sorceress was escalating further into madness
She took herself a lover from a metal band called Hate
a wicked little liar who could help her contemplate

The Sorceress and her lover were ecstatic in their greed
And came up with a plan where she would somehow plant a seed
An evil way to get their way and both cement their fame
With no one ever knowing that they ever were to blame

The Prince’s legions loved him, and they lived for all his pain
They hung on every word he’d sing no matter how insane
And so the Sorceress used this fact injecting her ideas
Like venom from a viper’s tongue, she whispered in his ears

The Sorceress convinced the Prince to write a rock requiem
To cancel all his shows and send away the ones close to him
A testament to pain exposing every ounce of hurt
A song of heartache loss of innocence dying death and dirt

She’d give his loving legions just precisely what they wanted
A death they could relate to in a song that was enchanted
Then twist his thoughts to make him think the idea was his choice
All along her knowing it would be sung with her voice

II (The rhyme-scheme changes)

The Prince took on the nudging of his wicked little muse
Who inspired him to write the deadly prose
The Sorceress watched and waited and was totally elated
as the Prince composed the perfect suicide note

Many late nights pouring out his soul into the thing
with his drinking and his drugs to fuel his pain
But finishing the piece he found it challenging to sing
for it was the missing picture in his brain

Exhausted, he lay sleeping in the corner of his room
with the thing he wrote sprawled out across the floor
The Sorceress and her lover read the pages late at night
as they plotted their next move outside his door

They found the gun he kept inside the dresser by the bed
and propped the Prince upright against the wall
Then put the gun inside his hand and held it to his head
a single gunshot echoed down the hall

Then tearfully as actors do she cried into the phone
and screamed the Prince had shot himself to death
Arriving on the scene the cops agreed that it was true
while the Sorceress laughed with joy under her breath

The funeral was as grand as rock and roll and spectacle
with the Sorceress and her lover on the stage
Reading all the lines the Prince had painfully conceived
with tiny blood spots splattered on the page

The Sorceress read his words with grace and sounded so sublime
all teary-eyed as sanity would permit
Playing to the cameramen and using up the time
to get the most out of his holy writ

The coverage was amazing as the Sorceress played the angles
never losing sight of her dark goal
As the offers started pouring like so many diamonds dangle
there was not enough to ever fill the hole

The Sorceress and her lover formed a band called Undercover
with the lyrics she had stolen from the Prince
The record company loved her but they really loved her lover
which made the jealous Sorceress start to wince

Now there was one more thing that the Sorceress couldn’t ignore
her little lying lover had to go
She would not be so upstaged by some money-grubbing whore
she could never let her lover steal her show

And so the Sorceress signed the deal and made her dreams come true
and made love to her lover one last time
And after she was satisfied and made her love come to
she mixed some sleeping pills inside her wine

Then drinking to their wicked plan and sex and silent crime
and evil for the sake of rock and fame
She put her love to bed for good and kissed her one last time
And went to work to make herself a name

Then she became the Princess riding on her rave reviews
Her debut album climbed to number one
A shooting star or flash in pan or call it what you will
Was over long before it had begun

For now she speaks in riddles strapped down to a white lace bed
With time enough for all and some to spare
And legions of her own are screaming deep inside her head
Without a lover or a soul to share

She whispers to herself the words to all his favorite songs
and in her cracked mind sits upon his throne
With rock and roll her cursing bane
she lost her crown and went insane
Locked inside her padded room alone

TM DiSarro

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