My heritage has caught up with me
that corrupted crown of greed and gold
passed unwittingly from father to son;
but my hair screams chaos, violence,
slaughter and upheaval, an ending hidden
and gilded in the excuse of the “greater good.”
This is not a duality you want; I am a living contradiction,
a walking reminder of your pain and everything you
fled from, a blend of the worst traits of two brothers.
I am sorry. I promise you
(on my Heart, I swear to you)
that you are Home, you are free
and that I will be a better King
than the one you fled across the
stars (such a long Journey) to escape.