The Bloodline Part 1(Divine Encounter) Poem by Uche Nwanze

Fiery fire in his Bloodline, born without a silver spoon.
Of blue blood yet feeding from the crumbs.
Legends speak of a prophecy foretold of a son born by a commoner who will get his clan out of the woods.
His dynasty will span centuries.
The stinking slums raised he.
The breast that gave him suck, a commoner.
The womb that gave him refuge, a simple uptown lady.
Moons ago met she a young suave lad.
Came he to her suburb for some work.
The lad and lass, fell head over heels for each other.
In the dark was she, she knew not who's son he was.
The lad, of the palace he rose from.
A sweet lie kept he from her.
Nights of sweet coitus, though worlds apart their souls unite.
A taboo not to be spoken from the lips of any mortal.
Had to spare her from the naked truth.
Time wasn't ripe to remove the mask of who he was.
One bright sunny morning, the lad summoned he by the Crown.
Years fly by, days turn to nights, from one moon to another moon.
The uptown lass now a relic of history.
A royal wedding, the reason for the summon of the young Prince from the countryside to the palace.
A bevy of Royal bloodline sworn he from the cradle to tie the nuptial knot.
The day the Kingdom in the North and South became one.
A conjugal the gods of the North and South sanction.


(TO BE CONTINUED...)