Pride Of Frey Valor

A phantom crescendo of madness
Swept through his mind
Thoughts of a lonely childhood
The rag dolls he tore and stabbed.

Anger no other mortal would find
He paced under pregnant skies
Admiring the roaring thunder
As the moonlight crept from behind.

The castle, a perfect vignette, left him spellbound
As the heavens began to flood, he cursed in rage
"Why have the gods given my brother the crown?!" -Frey
His father had died
A family had cried
A bastard to the king
It ate him inside
A lost child now blossomed into a black rose
He sought the power and wisdom to the highest degree.

Books of evil captured his soul and all grace did flee
"The throne would bring great comfort to thee" - Frey
He sat in his chambers conducting a plan
That night, he became another man.
Evil thoughts stirred through his head
Five point stars engraved in his hands.

Candles lit, three walls all read six
He hungered for blood to grace his lips
He approached the king
"Your wife is to be seen by the seamstress for her gown fittings" - Frey
He escorted her to his room.

Then quickly covered her mouth and put a knife to her throat.
He proceeded to plant his sinister seed into her womb
"You think my brother would like to have you after what I have done? - Frey
He never played with broken toys!
If you tell him you will be forgotten
Forever."

He rubbed her belly and set her on her way
10 years had passed
10 years too many.
It was time to kill his family
He wanted the kings crown once and for all
He paid assassins to make them disappear
Alone, in his room, he smiled through the night
Piercing screams echoed and the halls were lit with fear.

He smiled and enjoyed his wine under the candlelight
The morning came
One body remained
He shouted "Kill the whore!" Frey
An order unexpected by his men
The guards could not ignore.

He awoke that night to a horde of people with torches
The whistle blower has spoken truth
In a panic, Frey locked himself into the library
A place where he spent youth.

There he found a mysterious book titled VII
Seven deadly sins of men in from the past
The last chapter, Pride, was blank
His started writing his life story.

As he finished, he grabbed a rope and tied it to a beam
The other end to his neck
With the kick of the chair, the door burst open
Frey hung swinging too and fro
Like the rag dolls he once played with as a child
His lifeless body alone and his soul hell-bound
His soul, hell-bound.