Trickster's Ascent

January 22, 2014

Comradery for years

Turned bitter, harsh, and rough.

For the role that he had trained for

He was no longer enough.

Cheated of his birth right

Slighted by his kin

And in this time of turmoil

His rage gathered within.

The only consolation

Was his mother, strong and willed

But now a blade had taken her

The wielder must be killed

Vengeance been exacted

Brother’s gone away

When the throne is left devoid

The mischievous will play.

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