The Stength of the Prince

White daisies adorn his crown of vine;
The wooden sword that which he weilds breathes life upon the page;
Flags dance in the wind high above his head;
Notes fly from his fingertips as the sheets turn;
His true self is hidden behind a Lily;
Walls begin to crumble as the castle is being overwhelmed;
The Prince can stand tall and emerge victorious;
But first he has remove the blinds;
And see the true strength within.