Even though

Insipid character controlling the animal gripping it’s freedom and binding its lustre Trap the beast keep him sedated, fasten him in insecurities that he may feel less than, for who cannot see princes being cast aside while the crumbling rule the day, their horses give ride to the weak, whereas the mighty toil restlessly in fields of dismay, as if the fortitude of these can be broken even though the hands are empty the perpetual radiance will never leave them, for they are not born of the weakness they were born in battle and have arisen and cannot be put asunder, even though they walk alone with empty hands.