(Dune) - Paul Atreides V(I)

The desert whispers in his mind, Visions he cannot leave behind. A throne of blood, a crown of sand, The weight of worlds within his hand...... He never chose this burning way, Yet every night, the stars betray. Paul Atreides, lost in fire, Heir to prophecy, chained by desire. Through the darkness, through the pain, Every victory feels the same. Paul Atreides, storm and fear, The future screams, he cannot hear. His name becomes a battle cry, But peace will fade, and millions die. The voice he wields, a holy blade, Yet in the light, the truth will fade....... The sleeper wakes, but at what cost? A savior found, a kingdom lost. Paul Atreides, lost in fire, Heir to prophecy, chained by desire. Through the darkness, through the pain, Every victory feels the same. Paul Atreides, storm and fear, The future screams,, he cannot hear. The Fremen rise beneath his hand, Children of the desert sand. They see a messiah in his eyes, But war consumes what hope implies....... He sees the endless war to come, A tide of blood, a rising sun. The boy is gone, the man is torn, A leader cursed, a god is born. Paul Atreides, lost in fire, Heir to prophecy, chained by desire. Through the darkness, through the pain, He walks alone, yet bears the name. Paul Atreides, storm and fear, The crown of shadows draws him near........