In the heart of New Orleans, where shadows play,
The Mikaelson legacy begins to sway,
A family of power, of blood, and of fate,
Bound by their stories, both bitter and great.
Klaus, the hybrid, with darkness entwined,
A tempest of fury, an artist unlined,
Chased by his demons, both fierce and profound,
In the depths of his anguish, a soft heart is found.
Elijah, the noble, with honor his creed,
A warrior steadfast, a soul in great need,
With charm and with valor, he stands by his kin,
A guardian of loyalty, where love can begin.
Rebekah, the fierce, with a heart full of light,
Yearning for freedom, a spirit in flight,
In a world that has scarred her, she seeks to connect,
A love’s fragile whisper, she finds to protect.
Finn, the forgotten, in shadows he stands,
Burdened by loyalty to ancient commands,
His heart whispers softly a tale of regret,
In seeking redemption, new hope he begets.
Kol, the wild one, with mischief in his eyes,
A jester yet deeper, with laughter that lies,
He dances through trouble, a spirit so free,
Yet, with every adventure, he longs to be seen.
Together, they weave a tapestry bright,
Through trials and troubles, they seek out the light,
In a world full of danger, their bonds are their shields,
A family forged strong, their love never yields.
From the streets of their city to battles untold,
They face every challenge, their hearts brave and bold,
In betrayal and passion, in joy and despair,
The Mikaelsons stand firm, a bond beyond compare.
So here’s to the family, both fierce and divine,
In the darkness, they flourish, together they shine,
For love is their legacy, a story that grows,
In the heart of New Orleans, the Mikaelsons glow.
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