The Banished King
With virtues and loyalty,
He walks from a long line of royalty.
He grew with pressure to be superior
But somehow, he was always inferior.
No matter the hours spent training,
His power was always straining.
And when war came to meet,
Ashes fell to bleak.
Blackened flesh charred,
His skin forever marred.
Sent away without any hope for relief,
He had no time for grief.
Exiled for many years,
Never returning, despite frustrated tears.
Many times there were mistakes,
But he never fell to snake.
The evils he had faced defeated,
And others having retreated,
On the third year his banishment was lifted,
And his rightful place as King, he was gifted.