Once upon a time when the flowers so blossomed

a prince walked the fields and he thought of how awesome

the birds in flight and the colorful sights

it was pleasing to see such royal delight

he honored his father for his kingdom was mighty

Thank you, your highness, and his genius shined brightly

The king said to his son you make me proud I must confess

You are the blood of my flesh and you will rule this empire the day that I rest

The prince of the sand and moon could make no mistake

as he slept that night a dream caused him to wake

a voice so angelic it appears to have fallen from heaven

"Go call the knights and gather your brethren"

Far away a loud piercing shout all men could hear

The prince and his loyal army knew battle was near

arrows and spears were many feet above the air 

daggers and swords were murderers of the men in warfare

who was the main enemy it seemed to be unknown

the king had no foe nor rival to the throne

the ruler of the land commanded the attacker come forth

he searched for a sign east, south, west and north

all he could find was a beautiful princess 

he told her for your own safety keep at a distance

I am searching for a knave that is vicious

she told him I can help you, my prince, rather suspicious

20 years later the new prince of war was born

moral of the story is even pretty roses have thorns