The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.
On a road outside of town one late fateful afternoon,
There was a meeting of two strangers under the moon.
One was an elf going east and the other a man going west,
And two stopped together, temporarily halting their quest.
“Hello!” said the man, proudly and loudly,
“Hello,” said the elf, a bit more devoutly.
“Where are you headed?” asked the man, looking so curiously.
“Heading simply in this direction,” the elf replied quite seriously.
“An odd answer, to me!” the man laughed amusingly,
“Maybe to a man,” the elf replied, sounding accusingly.
“I am headed to see my beloved!” the man said without a question,
“And you have such little time!” the elf smiled with a suggestion.
“I know not what you mean,” said the man. “I’m not in a rush.”
The elf almost said something, but then stopped in a hush.
“An interesting people, the elves really are,
Speaking in riddles,” the man looked out far.
“Words can be difficult, and filled with woeful grief,
Someday you will know,” the elf grabbed at a dried leaf.
“You look so young,” the man exclaimed with might,
“I do not age,” said the elf with the oncoming night.
The man looked up, and a frown covered his face,
“I must be off!” And off he went at a fast pace.