A Sonnet for Your Sunday: Legacy

Legacy

(the Legend of the Curse Breaker)

Not all gold glitters while some lies hidden.
In caves deep and under waters sweet, bides
that which can set all to right. Unbidden
it rises from the depths to hand the guide
knowledge true to right a wrong God still sees.
Cursed since birth this child of a magic ban,
to his hand draws kingmaker Legacy–
the blade that shattered in the traitor’s hand.
There it merges into a gleaming whole–
Blade that regicide and fratricide broke–
to heal a sundered land and plug a hole
left by betrayal. Still remains the yoke
that tied Nalshira’s line to curses old,
lest he that bears Legacy breaks the mold.

Every fantasy series has a prophecy and mine is no different. I wrote it as a sonnet because I like sonnets. The prophesy has many variations depending on which soothsayer spun the yarn. So I can make a whole series of them if I want. Come back next Sunday to see if I do.

Originally published at melindakucsera.com on October 18, 2015.