The Thief of Thrones

                   In a realm of riches and laws of old
                             A dying king bequeaths a crown of gold

                   To conspire and take both power and throne
                             An enemy shall stir from ash and bone

                   A plot to depose the rightful heir
                             A prince who is meek, but one kind and fair

                   And when hope is lost in the dark of night
                             A hero shall rise and bring fire to light

                   He will come bearing uncanny resemblance
                             To the prince he will act as his only semblance

                   With lust for the crown and a maiden fair
                             Our hero will fight with mettle and flair

                   But after dust has settled and succession won
                             Who took the field will come to question

                   For when scepter is raised and crown is worn
                             Crowds have cheered over trumpets blown

                   Rumors will whisper from Persia to Rome
                             The one to succeed was The Thief of Thrones