Prince of Broken Hearts
He
is no Prince, this collector of wounded hearts. He steals them from the
most beautiful and sensitive of his admirers,
with his charm, his wit,
and words plucked from the depths of their souls and softly spoken, as
if his own.. Each precious
heart is wrapped in colors according to
worth, and stacked neatly, tucked away in a darkened and secret corner
of his
mind, a place he seldom visits. But sometimes, when the light of
the moon shines upon his restless sleep, the beating of
his stolen
hearts awakens him with their slow and steady tempo.....and they bleed,
they bleed, they each bleed the same
color.
