The Golden Prince

Ah ! The prince was walking..
Glory on his face
and pride cutting through
Smile glided on his lips
and courage flashed too

The battle was hard
but stars on his card
the swift of his sword
frightened the wind too

Ah ! the prince was striking..

Wounds brushed him
but the blood was pure
Deep gleam in his eyes
no one could stare

Locks on his forehead
strength in his arms
fighting gracefully
his blows were sharp

Ah ! the prince was fighting

The battle was fought
the city was saved
with the courage of prince
the darkness faded

Crown on head
with a shining robe
Riding like a light
was Prince of Gold..


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