Author: John Knetemann

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

In the great forest on the east side of the map,

There lived a beautiful elf and a normal human chap.

Their love was so deep, even deeper than valleys,

If love had a score, theirs would have the most tallies.

The elf was with child, almost ready to blow,

All the animals gathered round as if to see a show.

As the morning broke, there was a wind in the air,

It was time for new life, an answer to love’s prayer.

The couple bore a daughter, and she shined with light,

The first half-elf was born, her eyes strong and bright.

The animals rejoiced at this momentous occasion,

It seemed as if all darkness was gone, never an invasion.

The couple looked happily at their new kin,

The time needed no words, only a grin.

Love shall swallow all the dark evil brought onto the realm,

And though it is not yet known, the half-elf will be at the helm.

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

In the green forest, with bugs, bushes, flowers, and trees tall,

There was a Druid with great antlers as a crown to see for all.

The Druid walked about his day, looking to the ground,

And then his ears perked at a very peculiar sound.

He followed a lovely voice, so light and soft,

Until he found its origin in a natural undercroft.

Jumping on a leaf, danced a Sprite,

Comparable to a sparrow in height.

“Hello, Mr. Druid!” the Sprite continued dancing,

“And hello to you!” the Druid replied, glancing.

“What are you doing?” the Sprite jumped very high,

“Only my work,” said the Druid with a glint in his eye.

“And what is your work?” the Sprite stopped and smiled,

“To tend to the forest,” the Druid said. “I love the wild!”

“But the wild does not love you!” the Sprite pointed up,

The Druid leaned over to the Sprite and said “yup.”

“So why do you do it?” the small Sprite danced again,

“Because I love the wild!” the Druid laughed like a hen.

“The wild does not need to love,” the Druid continued,

“What do you mean?” the Sprite said in a gay mood.

“Look what you do upon the leaf,” the Druid nodded,

“Dancing!” the Sprite clapped her hands and applauded.

“You do not need the forest’s love,” said the Druid. “To understand its merit,”

The Sprite sat on the leaf perplexed, “Oh. That is something we all inherit!”

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

Much is told of the Tyrant in his Black Fortress,

Stories that certainly make one feel heartless,

The Tyrant is cruel and the Tyrant is mean,

But is that really all he has ever been?

The Tyrant once lived in the fair King’s city,

A young boy with passion, and quite witty.

The day the quake shook all of the lights,

The day the Kingdom learned of black nights.

The young boy saw something of terrible fate,

And right there it changed him to a different state.

With rage in his hand, and hate in his heart,

Whatever happened there, is The Tyrant’s start.

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

In the dwarven canyon, dwarves digging down deep,

In search of more riches, their work camps creep.

They dig and they dig, in search of more precious metal,

For great new statues, and beautiful things to peddle.

The canyon got deeper, and the ore began to dwindle, 

And out of one of the cracks, a flame started to kindle.

From the small fissure, a lizard stepped out,

It had small little wings, and a cute little snout.

It spread its wings, and the dwarves pushed it aside,

So out of the canyon, went the lizard with a glide.

Many months passed, since that strange little flame,

But soon a bad fate upon the dwarves unexpectedly came.

The lizard had grown, and, oh, with such might,

Down came the Dragon bringing ill fright.

The dwarves took up maces, to protect their home,

But much of that canyon, became a dark catacomb.

The Dragon smelled the secret dwarven cave,

And only for riches and gold, is the Dragon a slave.

The Dragon took over, the great dwarven hold,

And the dwarves left their home, it is mostly told.

The somber Dwarven King, surviving the fate,

Began to look for a solution, to restore his state.