Son of the King
A mission, a quest
A grand adventure to pursue
Night had set
A forest to push through.
A dark night, a twisted path
A steep, rocky slope to climb
A far off laugh
Sends chills up his spine
A ferocious tempest
A calm in the storm
Rain turns to mist
His hope is reborn
A distant light
The sun shines lights the trail
Eyes focused on the sight
He knows he cannot fail.
A knowledge firm
Causes his young heart to sing
And within him to burn
He is a prince, the Son of the King.
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