Beneath the boughs where the river flows,
he walks in whispers through the town.
By the fates decree, contempt like a shadow follows
but on his bowed head, his people’s crown.
Scarred and scorned, in youth untold
vengeance sought by his own hands
for righteous Justice, in a faith extolled
to right the wrongs on his stolen lands…
No, it was not greed that found him in that cave,
that curse that is their favorite sin…
No…It was his lands riches he wanted to save,
to buy back some land for the sake of his kin.
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