The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.
The wraith left the Dwarves, leaving a chill,
It terrorized the lands with an awful shrill.
With hate, it swallowed up many beasts and elves,
Leaving only their bodies, consuming their spirit selves.
The wraith saw the palace, when it noticed a burst of light,
Though the palace was far, the wraith had very far sight.
The wraith felt a strange force towards the throne,
And it moved for the palace with a gross moan.
It journeyed with speed, feeling the throne’s pull,
Though it took many days, even quick as a bull.
It arrived in the throne room, but it was empty,
The only presence was skulls, to count there were twenty.
As the wraith approached the royal King’s chair,
There was another blinding flash and red flare.
The hideous Wraith was sucked quickly into the flash,
And the wraith was completely consumed with a crash.
The Wraith was transformed with no one to see it,
Even to this day almost no one believes it.
The King stood again before his great halls,
The King stood again among the old walls!
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