Born of embers, clad in shade,
A nameless vow his soul has made.
Through hollow halls and whispered scorn,
He walks the path where thorns are born.
Torn asunder, light from dark,
A mother’s ghost, a father’s mark.
The road he treads is lined with bone—
A king of ash upon his throne.
Ink-stained hands, a war untold,
A script of blood, a heart turned cold.
The storm ignites, the shadows dance—
He grips the hilt of fate’s last chance!
He rides on winds of shattered stars,
A prince in chains, a soul in scars.
The pyre glows behind his eyes,
A birthright drowned in dead men’s lies.
Oh! The Half-Blood Prince shall rise!
Through bloodied dusk and hollow skies!
Veiled in frost and crowned in flame,
A saint to none, to none the same.
A mentor’s guise, a serpent’s breath,
The dirge of kings with death’s own tread.
He carved the curse, he drank the rain,
A specter bound to endless pain.
Yet when the final act was done—
The dark embraced the fallen sun.
Bound by oaths he could not break,
A debt of death, a life at stake.
No bard will sing, no stone will weep—
The wolf who walked where angels sleep.
He rides on winds of shattered stars,
A prince in chains, a soul in scars.
The pyre glows behind his eyes,
A birthright drowned in dead men’s lies.
Oh! The Half-Blood Prince shall rise!
Through bloodied dusk and hollow skies!
"Mourn not the dead—they rest below.
But mourn the living ghost who walks alone,
Whose name was carved then swept away…
Still I endure. Still I remain."
He rides on winds of shattered stars,
No chains shall hold, no grave shall bar!
His crown was forged in treason’s kiss,
A phantom’s hand, a serpent’s hiss.
Oh! The Half-Blood Prince survives!
Through hell’s own gate and heaven’s cries!
Forevermore… he rides… he rides…
Dust on the steps of time untold…
A shadow…
fading…
but never gone…