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.
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