In wars that rage from collar and cage.
Striking forth in opportunity.
The hub and space for technology.
Born from dust in both body and fame.
An heiress was born from a family so little had came.
A dashing figure of charm and passion would lead.
Many would follow and gather as stead.
An empire build. World renouned.
Not to step a meter without such a product be found.
A devil in white would desend on the brand.
Ring and greed. Snatching all in hand.
To use and abuse those baring claws and fangs.
He worried not for their aches and pangs.
Suffer they would as he spun a horric tale of lies.
Turning the feces born from his lips that would gather people like flies.
Care not for his family. His benefactor grew frail.
A family born for image alone. Fractured and drifting. Which would be forced to attone.
The story of princess in a prison of mind.
Searching for but one who could share in kind.
No wing or knight would grant her the ability to soar. Her only friend the reflection in her mirror.