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Ill tidings

Roam the land

Clouds are heavy

Menace at hand

King commands

the Prince to come

Save the homeland

From the grim outcome

They journey starts

In solitude

The martial arts

Are used in feud

Against the rag tag

Against the guard

To fill the tote bag

But you earned it hard

Who will accept the challenge

Never come back

Dying king

Told his son

There's cure to bring

And you're the one

But you must

Be aware

Potion costed dearly

Got it at last

Exercised sincerely

Its time to go back

On the return trip

Mind starts to go numb

Load intoxicates

Hits like a drum

Why should it be yielded

Keep it yourself

King is unshielded

No one will help

Damn you old weakling

Damn your behest

The Cure i'm drinking

And you'll be unblessed

The one who finds the cure

Becoming sick