Blue Blood Flows In These Veins
I was told by my uncle Steve
that I descended from a prince;
word spread through the medieval town,
then all the single girls chased me
around every corner...I heard them giggling.
Blue blood flows in my veins,
that Coat Of Arms can attest this fact;
Frederick II must have given to a valorous knight,
I can imagine how he felt accepting this honor from a King,
but the mystery remains...what was his name?
I must search for my ancestry and those scrolls will surprise me;
and if I had a wish...I would be that armored knight who seduces
the Queen whose desire for a younger man is too evident.
Ah! I will be decapitated by the angriest King! You will weep, charming lady!
I don't live in a castle groping on a barren hill,
I don't owe lands tended by loyal peasants, no carpet
is spread on my entering, no trumpets announce
my coming; I'll never smile at a pretty princess or maid!
Ah! The illusive dream of a-would-be-king! But I have blue blood flowing
in these veins! Why wasn't I given a title of nobility like handsome Prince Andrew?
Theme: Who Am I?
Written on 1/25/ 2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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