I did not want to be king .
I ran away
So I made up a name
It was lying
Now I am the one crying
My family,
they are all gone
the Nobleman,
his took their lives.
He found me,
now I'm going to fight
to stay.
The Prince is gone
4 guys want the throne,
Fighting for the crown
I watched one as he died.
In truth,
I am the Prince.
The runway prince.
No longer with a family,
nor a crown on my head.
I am being controlled
by the one who took everything.
I got beat down.
People don't know who I am
My family loved me,
they died thinking
I was gone.
I worked to get the crown back
and everyone wants me dead.
In the end,
I am the real prince.
In pain,
I await the day
of when my crown
does not hang with grief.
But with the joy
It really should bring.
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An old poem about a book
(P.S. I was like in 4th grade, but it's a good book)
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