Blue Bloods
Beneath the royal sky they stand,Bloodlines traced by ancient hand,A whisper of the past in their stride,Blue bloods walking with grace and pride.
Through centuries of silent reign,Their names etched in an endless chain,In shadows deep, their power grows,A lineage that no one knows.
Their veins run with the stories old,Of battles fought, of secrets bold,The weight of crowns, the weight of time,In every pulse, a silent rhyme.
But in their eyes, the question lies,What price for power, what cost for skies?For blood so blue may seem divine,But even kings must cross the line.
In twilight’s glow, they search for peace,Where power’s hunger might finally cease,For even the blue bloods, proud and tall,Must learn to rise, and then let fall.