Prince of the North.
As the Prince of the South.
Devoted to more.
Though still in doubt.

I vanquish my evil in hopes of the Saint.
Only to find I still toss in my grave.
Nephilim quite, the disturbance I wield.
Tandem, I'm both, I feel destined still.

Paradise calls and so does the Hell.
I find myself in peril though prosper and dwell.
The Angels they call, the Demons they scream.
A ruler of my own, a God and a King.

Breath of one's kiss, sword of the damned.
Till the death of my body, my soul shall not fan.

© Havens Calypso