I belong to the bloodline of warriors,

That suit up in their armours,

Ready to attack, defend and protect,

Everything that belongs to them.

 

I belong to the bloodline of poets,

That aren't afraid to say,

Stories of the heart,

Magical and ethereal.

 

I belong to the bloodline of the universe,

That run like hot, red, blood in my viens,

Carrying particles of forlorn galaxies,

Making me more than a spec of dust.

 

I belong to the bloodline of lovers,

That love unapologetically,

Writing their own story,

To be remembered for centuries.