The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.
With the Kingdom in disarray, the dark clouds gather,
The Tyrant sees his chance with evil to slather.
Building up his orcs, he readies his attack,
With his Lieutenant, leading the treacherous pack.
They leave the Black Fortress, with the speed of lightning,
What came next for the Kingdom was more than frightening.
Orcs spread their awful fear across the map,
Villages blazed with the certainty of a snap.
The Kingdom now enslaved, to work for power,
Control has been solidified, the free cower.
The Tyrant now sits on the human throne of gold,
And his dark Lieutenant sits again in the cold stronghold.
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