The nobleman upon his steed,
Looks to buy your time and bury your dreams.
With a smile for the ladies and a challenge for the rest,
He leaves a path of gold and lost souls upon his family’s crest.
His mount may be a pure white stallion, or a dragon, or even the carriage of a deceased king,
But his mind travels in solitude,
Wondering how long it will be before he causes heartache and pain, along with the glory he seeks to win.
He strides in his grand home,
He dined and dines at the table of many queens,
But of course he is not alone,
Accompanied by the many shadow and dark creatures under the guest’s chairs, waiting to be finally seen.