Victor, vanquisher, stands the prince,
In ways of joy through gloomy haze.
Where once he’d been, and never since,
Till the day he’d bring armie ablaze.
Conquerer now, where once was a child-
Had buckled the world under his romp.
Of wrathful regard that had beguiled
The greatest of rulers with greater pomp.
Led back this road by the homely lure,
He faced it too like he faced them all.
The castle stretched impregnable, secure,
And yet to a familiar touch did fall.
Smiles, the lone wolf, and then he cries.
The ghosts of Sin still haunt his eyes.