These wounds you gave to me so long ago refuse to heal. 
Both heart and body wish to appeal.  Unto an unforgiving
soul such as your own, time sits still with you upon its
throne.  Now you see your self as more then just a man.  In
your eyes you are a god.  Soon you will feel these bitter
wounds you have infected upon others.  Soon the wheel of
fate will knock you from your throne.  And you like others
before will have to taste the bitter wounds another will
inflicted on you.  I only wish that you can remember my name
as you sit in your own misery and remember i went through it
all too many times to count over you, My Prince.