In a realm where shadows cast their might,
There lived a king with wisdom bright.
His kingdom flourished, his rule was just,
But a tale of heartbreak lay hidden in trust.

The king, revered, his subjects did admire,
His son, the prince, hoped to walk higher.
With longing eyes, the young prince confessed,
"I will never be a leader like you, blessed."

The king, a gentle smile upon his face,
Embraced his son in a warm embrace.
He spoke with love, his voice so clear,
"Excellent. Be greater, my child, my dear."

Yet deep within the prince's troubled soul,
Lingered doubts, a fear that took its toll.
He saw the weight his father's shoulders bore,
A heavy crown, a burden evermore.

The prince, burdened by a daunting crown,
Yearned for freedom, a chance to be his own.
He questioned destiny, the path he must tread,
The shadows of doubt filled his youthful head.

With each passing day, the prince grew apart,
From the kingdom's affairs, his father's art.
He wandered far, seeking solace in the wild,
His heart conflicted, his spirit beguiled.

One fateful eve, in a forest deep,
The prince met a beggar, a secret to keep.
Their eyes locked, wisdom gleamed in the beggar's gaze,
The prince's heart raced, a revelation ablaze.

The beggar spoke, his voice steady and serene,
"Do not lament, young prince, the weight you've seen.
Embrace your essence, your unique guiding light,
For leaders are born from struggles, not just might.”
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