Tabion

One boy.
No family,
Wandering alone,
Fearing nothing.

One young boy.
Raised to survive,
On his own,
Sword in hand.

Days trail to night,
Night encounters dangers
Far beyond the average,
This boy faces it all.

Blessed with three spirits,
His own and two others,
Yin and Yang, Black and White,
They work together, to their victory.

Tavion, black soul,
His sword stained with blood of foes,
No mercy in his eyes,
Death and destruction lay behind him.

Tapion, white spirit,
His sword rarely ever equipped,
Frees the slaves of the evil masters
That rule the forsaken world.

Tabion, the prince,
Eyes like luscious sapphires,
Sword in hand but mercy in heart,
Too much for one so young?

His mind is filled with secrets,
That not many should find out,
Only he and his own guardian,
Are to ever share them all.

Under the blinding Sun,
Tabion fulfills his princely duties,
But when the night floods the land,
His dragon comes from within.

Claws sharp and ready,
Teeth baring for the attack,
Mighty as a dragon, yes,
But the sweet young boy's still there...