The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.
The King and the Half-Elf busy restoring the palace,
Undoing all the Tyrant’s bad works inspired by malice.
When at a moment of rest there was a knock at the door,
The Dwarven King came in and scurried across the floor.
“All hail!” the dwarf said with a shy and ashamed gaze,
“For you are the High King, and to that I surely praise!”
The Dwarf King continued, “I have much to say!
And for the Dwarven treachery, I shall surely pay.
There is really no excuse for what the dwarves have done,
But between the Dragon, the Tyrant, and the Wraith we were spun.
We want our great home and the strength of good riches,
But for that greed, we have been settled into murky ditches.
For the Dragon was born of our deep conceit,
But the Tyrant had lied and we learned he is a cheat.
And the Wraith was our doing though we know not where he flies,
But we hope the day is done of him terrorizing our blue skies.”
The King laughed and he laughed as the dwarf finished his case,
“Do not worry old Dwarven King, you certainly have my grace.”
The two kings walked and talked along the wall,
And the King explained his grace standing ever so tall.
The Dwarven King understood the complication of the matter,
For evil is not easily overcome and all it will sometimes shatter.
The King explained to the dwarf who the Wraith really was,
And afterwards the two kings admired the sun with a pause.
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