The Others

An age ago, my ancestors lived
Their glory days
As they built an empire
Meant to last forever

They nourished the land
And taught the young
With stories of their childhood
To spread inspiration and hope

They found me, a little orphan
They adopted me
Took me in and nurtured me
Training me to take their place and carry on their legacy

As they embarked on a greater journey
They entrusted their kindom to the Others, hoping for good
I, not yet old enough to inherit,
Sat waiting in the wings for my turn

The Others were cruel
They took what was given for granted
They forgot that this was to be my birthright
As they shunned me and locked me away

When it was their turn to leave,
I expected to regain what I lost
My dignity, respect, and rights
Instead, the Others left the kingdom to their followers

Leaving me an outcast,
I yearned for my ancestors
If they were here, no one would have overlooked me
I would have been safe and protected

Now, I seize what I can, 
Knowing that it is all mine
I bide my time, waiting to strike
As they stole the land my ancestors brought to life

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