De omni re scibili et quibusdam aliis

Once upon a time,
On a far distant land.
Born gifted with the Rhyme,
Stretched across a hairloom band.

He recalled most of his tale,
Even memories from his back.
He did the most a man can hail,
He did it all, he lost his track.

His opinions were demeaning,
As he was, not sure, I guess.
He could always be misleading,
Like a little game of chess.

Most of all, he was sincere.
He told the truth to stop the gaze.
He tried the hardest to be feared,
He lead everyone to their own place.

Like every tale about a boy,
This one has a girl to make it mixed.
She tried the hardest to have a toy,
He tried his best to be released.

They struggled hard,
They fought that well,
They had their love,
As they had their hell.

She took the most
That boy could give.
He dropped his post,
Without belief.

That girl was kind,
As he was sick.
Maybe he was blind,
Or she was a trick.

He thought that over,
Time and again.
She was a lover
As she was a friend.

And he did a promise
To his own self.

This is the story about a boy,
Who fought so hard to be a king.
He gave his love, and his own joy,
Without receiving anything.

That boy died young,
And nevermind, he died that fast.
He wrote a story about a boy
Who was the boy within his past.

And that story is the one I told
About a boy meant to be king.
Maybe he was lost upon the road.
That road which no-one will ever bring.