Author: John Knetemann

The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.

Between the Tyrant and dwarves, an alliance was made,

The Black Fortress grew strong, from the dwarves skilled aid.

The two traded secrets, only things they could know,

The dwarves their machines, and the Tyrant’s fire glow.

The fire with metal, the results were so scary,

With passion and skill, no opposition could parry.

The Dwarf King felt strong, and was ready to strike,

The Tyrant was pleased, feeling quite godlike.

The Dwarf King asked for his leave, from the Black Fortress king, 

The Tyrant said “yes, and a large troop of orcs you can bring.”

The dwarves and the orcs marched towards the smoke, 

With heavy machinery, that would make any dragon woke. 

They sat at the door, and heard the Dragon rumble,

Out through the entrance, columns fell in crumble.

The Dragon was scared, as he saw his fate near, 

Then the Dragon spoke, “There’s something you’d like to hear.”

“What could that be?” The Dwarven King shouted,

“Should the Dragon be trusted?” The Dwarven King doubted.

“I say this not for you, but this only for me,”

The Dragon laughed brazenly, “just hear my plea.”

The Dwarven King stumbled, “say what you will,”

“Say it too slow, and you we will kill.”

“You have been lied to, and you don’t even know,”

The Dragon looked down, “These orcs bring your woe.”

“Thes Orcs bring our fight, and you are so scared,”

The Dwarven King smiled, “it looks like you’re snared.”

“You met me long ago, I was a lizard from your cave,”

The Dragon stood tall, “but who came to save?”

The Dwarven King grew angry, and threw up his fist,

“Stop speaking in mystery! Just give me the gist!”

“I know the Tyrant well,” The Dragon spoke loud,

“But after I grew, to him I would have never bowed.”

“You lived with the Tyrant?” The Dwarven King asked,

The Dwarves turned their weapons, on the Orcs fast.

“He made me grow strong,” The Dragon replied,

“Thinking that with him, my loyalty would be tied.”

“A snake is a snake!” The Dwarf quickly accused,

“But now I see my mistake, we have been used!”

“And now you shall die,” the Dragon declared,

“The Orcs and you Dwarves, none shall be spared.”

A battle ensued, between the three sides, 

Much blood to be spilt, constant shifting of tides.

The orcs and the dwarves fell, and so too did the Dragon,

The Dwarven King fled down the road in a broken wagon.

The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.

In near silence there beyond the green rolling hills,

Beyond the eyes of men and their numerous skills.

There is a garden with many bushes and plants,

And it is full of creatures, even small little ants.

It’s steward is one creature who is small and fat,

Puffing on his pipe underneath a tattered hat.

The Hobbit looks calmly about his garden, many things to see,

“Oh what a beautiful flower!” the Hobbit said out loud with glee.

This made the Hobbit immediately think, “what is a flower?”

A seemingly silly question to anyone impatient every hour.

“A flower is a flower, of course,” the Hobbit puffed his pipe,

“But is it only this one?” the Hobbit noticed its stripe.

And then he knew, the answer to his question,

But it was hard to say in words, only an impression.

“A hobbit is a hobbit!” he laughed going about his duty,

And that is exactly the answer to “what is beauty?”

The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.

As it was told, the dwarves lost their home,

Because of the Dragon, the dwarves only roam.

In search of a way, to restore their pride,

The Dwarves want to return, anything to be tried.

The day the Dragon woke, in search of even more gold, 

When the Dragon faced the Black Fortress, a move very bold.

The Dwarves saw the whole thing, and that made them scheme,

What if they could convince the Black Fortress, to be on their team?

On one dreadful night, it was raining a pour,

And the Dwarven King walked upon an evil floor.

The Tyrant smiled, as he saw the dwarf come,

The dwarf was welcomed with a loud drum.

The dwarf made his case, to regain his throne,

All they really wanted was to go back home. 

The Tyrant was kind, and said it could be done, 

But a payment was to be made, there is nothing for none.

The offer was simple, and easy to handle,

The dwarven machinery was the heart of the scandal.

The dwarves got to work, on the evil dark tower,

Adding even more, to the Black Fortress power.

The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.

The Dragon in his pride swoops his wings over the Black Fortress,

The orcs in their fear fire their arrows to protect their evil highness.

Please do not get it wrong now, the Dragon is not for good,

But even evil turns against itself, having real friends it never could.

The Dragon takes from the dark lord’s treasury, swiftly and quickly,

And then back to his cave, as too much activity makes him sickly.

The Tyrant rages and quakes, this gold was to fund his war,

In the caves of the Dragon, it is only a bed for the snake to snore.

In the flying serpent’s home, the riches pile high,

Though never to be used, the Dragon doesn’t buy.

Admiring what he has collected, a shiny and elegant mound,

The Dragon will always hunt for more, like a hungry hound.

The Tyrant sends his hosts to the cave, he needs it to use,

But when it comes to a Dragon, not one penny he will loose.

The battle begins with the cries of the orcs,

The claws of the Dragon piercing them like forks.

They fight and they fight, terrible blow for blow,

Both becoming weaker, the violence we will forego.

In the end both wounded, they return to their homes,

With nothing accomplished, but a ground of bones.