In the quiet pulse beneath the skin,
A river of stories silently flows,
Bearing the weight of ancient kin,
In its depths, a mystery grows.

Veins like branches of a hidden tree,
Crimson currents weave their tale,
A dance of life, wild and free,
In each drop, a world to unveil.

Whispers of time echo within,
Carrying secrets, unknown and bold,
The blood’s journey, where dreams begin,
A legacy in every fold.

In the heart’s chamber, a sacred beat,
Rhythms of life, strong and profound,
Boundless energy, fierce and sweet,
In blood’s embrace, we are all bound.