The Druid Prince
From a Druid prince
where his bloodline lay,
he was destined to rule
the world some day.
From a distant hill you could
hear him bay,
the howl of a lonely man.
Come and see the rivers turn
to gold,
come and breach the gap
twinxt the hundredfold
who wait to do what they are told,
across the eons span
When he takes control of the
phalanx bold
He will learn to do the things of olde
He will learn he must fulfill
his role,
and unify the land.
Still the Hero wallows in his doubts
still knows not now what he's about
his loneliness will find him out,
and overthrow his hand.
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