A child was born,
Along with him was his Highborne,
Whether a child or a man,
His fate was already planned,
Neither he ate the normal food nor he had a normal childhood,
They said he was being prepared for a fight,
Over which I prefer a flight,
Years passed and he was prepared,
But there were things he was unaware,
There struck a famine before the battle,
Everyone starved along with their cattle,
There was no one left on the miserable land,
Nothing happened as it was planned.
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