The first born will lose
Till the time is right
When the unknown becomes known
When everything you believe in is a lie
And the truth is even more bezare
You have grown up as a peddler
But that is not the truth
You are royalty
Strong through and through
Your fathers blood is Persian
And your mothers blood is European
Both an heir to a powerful thrown
They meet when one was taken
And they fell in love at first sight
but they could never tell
Till the impostor was revealed
When one was dead
The truth came out
The heir need to step up to take the thrown
To rule the country that is truly her's
And to keep all enemies at bay
Through her life and more
And to never let her bloodline go cold
YOU ARE READING
Spoken from the Heart
Teen FictionI started writing poetry in 7th grade and my interest has grown from there. Please comment if you like them. I have had a poet comment on one of my poems and wish to have it published. I just need to find the right people to get my work out to. Ea...
