The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.
The Brave Knight in need of understanding, searching throughout the lands,
Goes to a mountain, where with a wise oracle he wishes to shake hands.
He climbs up the cold snowy slope,
Thinking he will find his own hope.
As he arrives, he sees the Oracle sitting calm,
With a small leather book sitting in his palm.
“Hello,” says the Brave Knight, looking down on the Oracle,
The Oracle looks up and sees something almost historical.
“The Chosen One!” the Oracle cries,
The Knight sits with pride in his eyes.
“I can see your destiny now,” the Oracle smiles,
“But you must understand, it has many hard trials!”
“I understand,” the Knight responds,
“Your wise words are truly my bonds.”
“Now, go!” the Oracle quickly points his finger,
“There is no reason for you, Knight, to linger.”
“I do not understand,” the Knight loudly exclames,
“How am I to understand my special flames?”
“You will know when you see it,” the Oracle replies,
“I said also the same to the last knight to actualize.”
The Knight stands and cries, “But I am the Chosen One!
What is this devilry ahead of me that you have spun?”
“The Chosen One you are,” the Oracle stands,
“It is your destiny. Feel it in your hands?”
“I do not understand,” the Knight angrily protests,
“There being two Chosen Ones is what you confess?”
“No,” the Oracle says, “I do not say that there are two,
But that a destiny is something everyone must go through.”
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