THE HEIR

THE HEIR Beneath banners bold, a baby boy blooms, His shaped realm royalty reign looms. Heir to the hallowed, heartened throne room. In his reign, a kingdom, he promised to prune.4 Tiny toes toward the tapestry tread, Before the Queen Mother, his marbled path led. His kingdom awaits, with bated breath & bliss, A noble heir, designly destined for success.8 From his cradle, cradled with care, To his preteen, prettily protected & père, A princely presence, beyond compare.¹¹ In his eyes lies the witty wisdom of ages, A lineage of leaders, handed down through stages. From his tiny fingers, pure power shall flow, Leading his kin & kingdom, with a gentle glow.¹5 Long live little one, as dreams take flight, The throne awaits, cloaked in the night. The future monarch's destiny is crystal clear. The heir is here & the kingdom holds him dear.¹? Crowned curls cradle, cherubic charm's cheer, Stately son, sovereign small, so sincere. Gazes gleam, as the gentle Queen grins, For her future's found in her foremost kin.²³ Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes Copyright ©? December, 2023.