The king was very little when he came into his throne.
The king learned all the things his people never would have known.
The king learned young that he had nothing for which to atone.
The king learned young of how to turn his little heart to stone.
The king was not so little now, into a man he’d grown.
The king met one, the first to speak to him in fearless tone.
The king met one who said that there were things he can’t condone.
The king met one whom he would come to call friend of his own.
The king and his friend weathered storms the gods their way had blown.
The king could not forget their time together was on loan.
The king could not forget his friend, who reaped what he had sown.
The king could not forget his friend, who left him all alone.