Don't ever know how these will turn out but will you read any-who?

Question:Shadowed Prince with maiden lover
Not so much in love as in bondage to him
-with him
He stood
-Once-upon-a-time
overlooking the great lands of darkening
Pondering all his soon-to-be Kingdoms
Fire and Ice both burned in his chest
A great CrownPrince
was slowly Dyeing
He tugged the chain of his slave-queens leash
not willing to let his weakness
stain his grand domineer
Bend his proud head
They dismounted the mountain
She crawled behind him
-and he fell in pain at the foot of the rock tower
His inside spilled upon the dirt
He gave to Earth of all the wretchedness inside himself
The girl sprang lose and ran
-and he
ceased to breath or beat
Now she holds the crown of ages
-for no son was she allowed to bear
For the price of a soul
The throne can be won from her
-But she will never again give her service to any man

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Shadowed Prince with maiden lover
Not so much in love as in bondage to him
-with him
He stood
-Once-upon-a-time
overlooking the great lands of darkening
Pondering all his soon-to-be Kingdoms
Fire and Ice both burned in his chest
A great CrownPrince
was slowly Dyeing
He tugged the chain of his slave-queens leash
not willing to let his weakness
stain his grand domineer
Bend his proud head
They dismounted the mountain
She crawled behind him
-and he fell in pain at the foot of the rock tower
His inside spilled upon the dirt
He gave to Earth of all the wretchedness inside himself
The girl sprang lose and ran
-and he
ceased to breath or beat
Now she holds the crown of ages
-for no son was she allowed to bear
For the price of a soul
The throne can be won from her
-But she will never again give her service to any man

Oooooh, provacative. This one is less focused than most of your work, and dyeing is spelled "dying." Simple as that. But as for the rest of it, beautiful imagery. A slave becomes a queen who will no longer be used or had by any man. Very Elizabeth the I, I must say. The intention, not the story. Good poem, and with your style, I must say I'm slightly envious.