~Blood Of Kings~

Into the space found between time,
The source of Immortals we devise.
Into the flesh of human beings,
Will be created in the Blood Of Kings.

The Princes are born into the night.
Forever to live and love and fight.
But this one prince sits above the rest,
The Warrior Prince has passed the test.

To prove his worth before the clan,
To show his skill with Claymore in hand.
He fought more enemies than he could count,
He slew them until blood soaked his mount.

"He is the best among us to defend,
The honor, his honor of Highlander Men."
The Prince kneels before his clan gathered here,
The Claymore is raised while he shows no fear.

"You have kept the honored traditions my son."
As the blade touched his shoulder but in love.
The Prince raised his head and showed not a tear,
To gaze with respect upon his noble father here.

Then the firelight shadows begin to fade,
The lightening came from another place.
The Warrior Prince stood and looked around.
There was nothing left, not even a sound.

"It must have been a dream that I once had,
To see my father so true, proud and glad."
The Warrior Prince turned and walked away,
Pondering the fate of still another day.