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Under the clouds of war and troubled skies,

A prince was born to unfortunate times.

Wallachia wept as its borders bled,

The Ottoman shadow was a constant threat

The crescent loomed as a growing storm,

the understanding of the enemy began to form.

Cursed to be born in these times of shadows

When sabers clashed deepening darkness and sorrows

in his land.

Born in a time when hope was thin,

when war's dark tide was closing in,

across the Danube, the enemy's breath felt so near,

the brightening crescent moon instilled great fear.

He learned the enemy would come from every side,

and he'll be left alone,he could not hide.

To the Order of the Dragon bound, still trust no one

because the betrayal would always circle all around.

He learned that he could trust no one.