The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.
In the fog and winds of the highest tower,
There lives a great and terrible power.
Neither good nor evil, he sits up high,
He listens to all, and his might is in reply.
By the words of his mouth, things come to be,
But sometimes they can be hard to see.
Words don’t matter, I hear you might say,
A confusing mistake for which you will pay.
What is Hate? Or Love? Or Fate?
A magic reality for the Conjuror to create.
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