The Bloodline Part 2(The Prophecy Is Foretold) Poem by Uche Nwanze

The bloodline of the throne is in ruins.
The dynasty of his majesty in chaos.
The old crown has journeyed to meet his forbears.
The lad, take he a crown for his young head.
Upon his young shoulders the kingdom lies.
To the seed of the South King promised he from the cradle they forge a royal alliance.
Moons come and go, the cry of a baby still not heard from the palace nursery.
An heir, the young crown to name to continue the bloodline.
The bloodline, on the brink of extinction.
Forlorn faces wear the throne.
The palace has lost her charm, sleep has disappeared from their eyes.
In subdued tones they mutter.
Miles apart the son, the fruit of their intense night of passion.
The seed of his loins obscured by penury.
The world welcomed him not, an object of ridicule was he.
His childhood, a sour story not for the ears.
A beautiful life, a luxury the uptown lady could not afford.
The gods break their long silence.
The secret bloodline lives on, shores away he dwells.
Memories return, of the young lass, the daughter of a commoner.
A love he turned his back on moons away.
The son, of royal bloodline, a victim of circumstance.
A refugee born a commoner but of blue blood, kingdoms apart.
A search party dispatched.
The uptown girl, the key to their search.
Nowhere to be found, the commoner an itinerant.
The search futile, a fruitless journey, nowhere to be found.
A date with fate draws nigh.
Hope wanes as summer gives birth to winter.
The young crown on the cusp of accepting the cruel fate, nowhere to be found.
The emissary of the throne on a fruitless expedition.
Dashed hopes, crestfallen return them to the crown.
The young crown, in bathed breath waiting to hear the good news that was not to be.
The son of the commoner with royal alliance born and raised from the streets and slums.
The prince of the North with the toga of an indigent, shores away from his ancestry.

(TO BE CONTINUED... THE STORY CONTINUES)