Inheritance
By: Charles Smith
To what do I owe this burden,
I, the youngest of your kin, To become your replacement, From the forbidden lands from which I'm sent, You, who offered me death, To have your hands release my final breathe, Yet you give this sword to me, This source of familial envy. Am I your Micheal? Not the the eldest, but the strongest angel. No, I am your Lucifer. It is I who wished you to suffer. With this blade you caused many armies, To journey to my woods and ask asylum of the fairies. The fairies who loved me, who saw me as the royal refugee. They called me friend, With them I'd have stayed till the end. From these people I could have learned. Instead you saw them, and let them burn. Farther I traveled down the dark road. 'Till I came across one humble abode. There was a woman there, That most would call young and fair. But the fairies had taught me owe so much. Enough to avoid her deadly touch. This witch saw I was not like any other. Under her wings, I had called her mother. She spoke with the mountains, and placid streams. And through her I learned the power of dreams. With this new skill I saw your death, That which I watched with baited breath. I knew that my time to return had come, Even though I am the tainted one. My power was one with which you all had fears So I left, cold and in tears. The power I had at birth was once again met with mirth. |
Mother and Brother,
and who'd ever I'd bother, would see me as cursed, And everyday my chambers searched. My brother I did sense, Grew a heavy conscience. Long ago I could have killed you all, Yet, here he is still standing tall. He knew not of what crimes I did commit, And t'was proven him not a total twit. Though his loyalty outweighed the penance in his eyes, He did, in secret, apologize. Finally, your will was found, by my bearer in her night gown. The squire did read, the coveted deed. To mother, the kingdom and wealth, With that she did cheer with no stealth. T'was her goal since marriage to take your lands. Now it was within her greedy hands. To my brother, your armies were at his command. With which he would give your mistress more land. With that I thought was truly the end, and for correcting me, I do you commend. A sword with which you showed no mercy, To give to me brought much controversy. With my magic and your sword in hand. I could tame all of your lands. Perhaps you knew of their true goals. The Mother and Brother I see as trolls. You gave me the power to embrace their fears. With this new the kingdom was brought to tears. That night I dreamt of a future yet told. Where I rule the kingdom and never be cold. Once again my people, Look upon this castle on the hill. Know that magic is free, As I once thought it would never be. With me on the throne this was the future foretold. And I would rule till I finally grew old. Knowing my duty, and knowing this plight, I was now ready, to join in the fight. The next morning I left with your Iron Lance, I take my immoral inheritance. |