His crown brought him power,
and his love took it all away.
Too young to brook these menaces,
too noble to let it pass.
From a love’s kiss
came the heart of a lion.
He will never yield,
and none should ever ask as much.
His kingdom for a man,
his life for eternity.
I look to my brother
and my words are lost in his cries.
My duty is to his majesty,
yet my brother is lost.
Must I bourne arms
against my flesh?
Must I yield
to the duty that I was sworn?
Alas, sweet brother,
my heart relents for thee.
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