When the throne is not your own,
You can fight tooth and nail,
though it will be to no avail,
fate is a friend as he lets a story end,
***** it up like a man,
cause he won't pull that sword from the boulder,
it cut deep when the prince realised he was nothing more than a placeholder,
with no afforded courtesy,
all is fair in the fight,
now he must lick his wounds,
The king has returned,
the lesson has been learned,
the feeling is bittersweet,
for now he concedes defeat.