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ACCIDENTAL PRINCE
He cannot have friends, just alliances.
He felt sceptre was too heavy, could he carry?
Lust it was or was it Love?
Pretending to solve,
he loved entanglement.
Conscience called and left him in tears.
Values scared him, unsure of the path he was, hence oblivion he preferred.
Heavy was the burden,
laboured were his shoulders,
worn out he was.
Should he growl or weep?
Should he aim or be lost?
Should he be lost!?
He felt sceptre was too heavy, could he carry?
Lust it was or was it Love?
Pretending to solve,
he loved entanglement.
Conscience called and left him in tears.
Values scared him, unsure of the path he was, hence oblivion he preferred.
Heavy was the burden,
laboured were his shoulders,
worn out he was.
Should he growl or weep?
Should he aim or be lost?
Should he be lost!?
Published 28th Jun 2015
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