Once apon a time,
There lived a white haired prince,
He sang a soft and gentle ryme,
Dropping subtle hints,

A long long time ago,
A black haired man was in the dark,
He sang of what we do not know,
And across his face a broken mark,

The prince he was a fool,
He knew of only nursery rymes,
Did not know the world was creul,
Only knew of royalty and softer times,

The prince was spotted in the dark,
By the man with the scars on his face,
Second heir alone on his embark,
So the other hid him in his place,

The prince was so lost,
Still naieve and such a fool,
In the dark with hair of frost,
Knowing not of the beasts rule,

The hunter had grown in the dark,
Knowing by the maks on his face,
Trying to protect the princes heart,
To beat the beasts to the chase,

But as time went on they were alone,
With nothing but the black,
The princes eyes no longer shone,
Forever with the scared man and never to turn back.

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The story in this is a prince with white hair ventureing into the dark woods with beasts to be found and taken in by a man with black hair and scars on his face in an attempt to stop him from loosing his innocence, but in the end they were both sucked into the darkness.