The land of angels and the lonely prince

Of many blooms and the only quince

Beyond any dream of man

And beholding of love to a wince

Yet not spoken to this day

By any angle or any means

Not even by the blue man of yesterday

The wise owner of the old ruins

Beneath the silent sky and dimming stars

Breaths a last admirer of the lonely prince

Devoted to be the faithful one

Superior to thousand singles and many twins

Of the old days and the coming days 

Keeper of the Holy Grail and the unique Beans

Standing with immortality of love

A symbol for his ghostly kens

Though noble for this gift

And only serves the lonely prince

Now that the kingdom is gone

The faces of land sigh and wince

And the angels cry and sob

As I sit and write for the lonely prince