On one bright day, the enemy makes way
The prince was alone, the king was away
He was young but had no fear
Triamph only way, his aim was clear
Against an army, he had no team
But one by one, he fought like dream
He kept marching on, smashing with his sword
That day he thrieved, like a Warlord
The sword get distroyed, he picked up the bow
And the charge of the foes, was kept at bay somehow
He kept-guard the castle, till the king arrived
But that great young warrior, could not be survived
©vktomar
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