A king without crown, a kingdom without a throne.
Surrounded by an army yet he fights alone.
A brother in all but blood but none in arms.
Some do battle while others use tricks and charms.
A twisted smile dances behind poisoned eyes
his heart screams while his mischief lies.
A second son of a god but of giant born
Mocked, his tongue bitters from scorn.
The truth tries to surface but was left to drown
Leaving a could have been king with a blooded hollow crown.