Five days old
His father passed on
This great king
Left one son
A childhood taken

In his youth
The castle he fled
A circus
Took him in
Becoming an acrobat
The subjects were sadden

Chaos Broke
The king's uncle ruled
A tyrant
Who shed blood
People longed for the young king
But he was not found

News spread far
Guilt filled the young king
He returned
Took his crown
Putting his uncle in chains
Still his heart was sad

A decree
For an election
Was set forth
A new king
Chosen by the common man
Leaving once again

The circus
Was his home again
He was free
From his crown
Which had stolen his childhood
Peace is important

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