This poem I wrote after being told about story where a prince who was born of a mother of low standing was framed the murder of his older half-brother.

An experience of me being framed by somebody else, and how I explained to the police that I was really innocent.

Four friends meet up during their winter breaks from college and decide to go to a party at a friend’s house. Little do they know what is in store for them.

Time seemed to be standing still as Sean looked at the photograph, slightly torn around the edges, brown with age and with a few coffee stains on it. However, it was the evidence Sean had been seeking for the past twenty years.

A young innocent boy being framed by a slacker.