Second-Born of the Isle (Spoilers)

Here I go, trying my hand at other forms of poetry!

Second-born of the Isle

Heir to the Throne,

Exiled to a far off land

Without ever knowing the truth.

Second-born of the Isle

He's afraid of heights

Yet he perches on a cliff,

As he listens to the dragons sing.

Second-born of the Isle

Bears the knowledge of who he is.

Too much pressure on his shoulders,

For a boy of just eleven years.

Second-born of the Isle

Runs from his Warden,

He's fleeing from responsibility-

and going to the worst of the worst.

Second-born of the Isle

Beaten almost to death.

He wishes for his big brother,

As he hears the Carriage Black.

Second-born of the Isle

Loaded onto a ship.

He's brought not to Throg-

A mercy? I think not.

Second-born of the Isle

Has lost all his hope.

A broken child among many

And the song he begins to sing.

Second-born of the Isle

Not quite gone.

Rescued by his uncle,

Much more than he was before.

Second-born of the Isle

Doesn't remember his name.

Hope is not yet lost,

As the Warden's job is to remember and remind.

Second-born of the Isle

Remembers at last.

Eyes, once a terrifying yellow,

Are now a brilliant blue.