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Mind in disarray, thoughts cloudy, think he must Scheming plans avenge his new father’s crimes Acts obscured true feelings full of fog None know why acts he like the roving mimes By himself plans are devised to mend His talk draws their blinds inconvenient truth Stairs of doom he continually ascends Seeking, searching, to find who is at fault Speech riddled with riddles Joker he molds Speaks like a fool is considered no threat His mother he confronts and gently scolds Royalty gather and begin to bet His sword quickly drawn in his hands he holds As his plan to avenge quickly unfolds |