The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.
In a beautiful city, on the very center of the map
There were humans with many houses, hardly a gap.
This city was fair, though it had its troubles
On all the houses, were the roofs like bubbles.
The city was busy, though hardly a rush,
With marvelous parks, all green and lush.
On a yellow grass hill, so way up high
There was a smell in the air—mmmm! It’s pie!
Forget the pie! This is about the palace,
With blue marble columns, each bearing a chalice.
Within its doors, sat the noble human King,
Who had just returned from a hot spring.
On his throne, he heard his villagers,
And last but not least his loyal ministers.
When out of nowhere, the ground quaked,
The villagers cried and the ministers shaked.
The King was swallowed into the cracks,
One of his guards jumped in with an axe.
The King is gone, the King is dead!
The day the cracks from below spread.
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