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Lost at birth, during a Viking siege on the castle home

Without a trace, swept into the nordic night

The babe who would wear the crown

The search for years, naught to be found eremore

A deathbad tale, and a cost of arms on a childhood wrap

Returned to home, returned to claim the crown

To answer coronations call

A king to be loved by one and all

But all were not jubilant at this now king’s coronation.

The prime minister and council had long been lining their pockets

with the gold of the crown’s treasury, a practice they were assuredly

not quick to want co curb. Hushed whispers in the castle corridors,

secret meetings late at night, and finally their plotting was finished.

Tarry not… T'is time to leave the books in dust

Oil unused armours rust

Paint the sable skies blood red

Our plans as traitors be conspiracy!

So even as the boy king knelt in prayer in the confines

of the chapel tower, he could little know or even suspect

the treachery being plotted against him in the chambers far below.

Awakened from his slumber and whisked away through ancient castle

passages just moments before his chambers were breached by the conspirators,

the boy-king took to horse. and, as sentinel stars set their heavenly watch,

speed over the countryside, his destination, the church at Madelmes.

Father I have lost my way

Strayed from thy Rock

Now twilight nears

My journey ends

Is there sancturay for me here?

Mortality, behold and fear

As king and dust are equals made

There be no armour against crooked scythe and spade

The glories of our blood and state

Pass on through time, though memories die

Best let it road

Though God he was, as a man he died

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