A King above; mean beasts below,
Trapped in between am I-
A life painted with shades of valour and love,
Torn between duty and desire.
Lying in a pit where
Sorrows pelt down on a stoic face,
Bloody foam of weary wars
Come whizzing through the air.
Remembering a face, with smiling lips,
Bright trembling eyes filled with faith.
Departest I, with thy grief on my cheek,
Heart wilting with fear of the fate I seek.
Sadistic me, dauntless in war-
I'm no cavalier worth you at all.
With plume of charge of the state,
I am just a protector with no lover's fate.
O Princess dear waste no bead of tear
For an animal of war, provider of Death.
Set your heart on a worthy soul;
For our love lies in a forbidden zone.
Remember O Love,
For I'm forced by luck
To dance on a double edged sword
Of Duty - so cold.