The Prince

Spellbound
Caught by him
His beauty, charm and danger
He's evil, I can feel it
How can something feel so right
But be so wrong

His anger can melt snow, and create flames
Laughter can make flowers bloom
And birds sing
His sadness, can wilt leaves
He's perfect, the perfect nightmare

He's powerful
Has a force like no other
Regal, high standing
He is,
Summer.
Winter.
Spring.
Autumn.

Because he is
The Prince of Seasons