Bloodlines

Bloodlines

A Poem by Rosenrot


In the faraway land that we couldn't keep,

A legacy wakes from its eternal sleep.
The winds carry stories, the weight of the old,
Of battles fought fiercely, of warriors bold.


My mother whispered with a heart of gold,
"Keep your eyes open, child, but let love unfold."
Through the echoes of darkness, I felt her light,
Guiding my spirit, igniting the fight.


Never let the world tear your soul apart,
Stand with the courage that beats in your heart.
Father's eyes burned bright like the battle flame,
A soldier’s heart, he forged my name.


In fields of glory, he carved the truth,
Freedom and justice, the seeds of my youth.
With each lesson learned, the weight of his hand,
He showed me the cost of this free, fertile land.


The laughter we shared, in the whispers of time,
My brother and sister, in the mundane we climb.
With every nightfall, we danced in the dark,
Finding pure joy in the smallest spark.


Grandfather's spirit, a guardian's grace,
Now shields me still, in this ethereal space.
Our childhood’s now the ghost of the past,
But through the trials and storms, our legacy lasts.


For in every heartbeat, every tear that we shed,
We honor the name, and the love that we've bred.
With our hearts intertwined, like roots in the ground,
In war and in death, we stand proud, unbound.

© 2025 Rosenrot


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Added on May 2, 2025
Last Updated on May 2, 2025