Poems and Short Stories

The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.

The Dark Prince was brought back to the King’s Palace,

And there he was allowed to drink from the royal chalice.

The King and the Prince sat for many days discussing dark affairs,

Speaking for so long that the King ordered for more comfortable chairs.

The Dark Prince warned of a premonition he had made,

A premonition that all throughout the lands should feel afraid.

It is of a blackness that will soon cover the lands,

One that he is not sure can be stopped by any hands.

The Black Monster comes to end all life,

The Black Monster kills without weapons or knife.

“Where does it come from?” asked the King curiously,

“It simply is,” the Dark Prince responded mysteriously.

It comes for all kingdoms, even those not of this world,

Hearing this, the King’s mind completely whirled.

For the King did not know that there were worlds other than here,

It is a strange thing for a King that thinks he knows all very clear.

At that moment, the beautiful Half-Elf had snuck in,

For the Half-Elf was listening through the cracks that were thin.

“What the Dark Prince says is true!” The Half-Elf decreed,

“And there are preparations to be made with great speed!”

So the King then sought out the great Dwarven King,

For if something needed to be done, the dwarf you must bring.

The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.

After the defeat of the Tyrant and his evil power,

A boy came from the ground almost like a flower.

The King approached this strange and curious child,

The boy was a light red and had eyes that were wild.

“Hello,” said the King, “and who might you be?”

The boy stepped back quickly and let out a plea:

“What do you mean? You know exactly who I am!

For I am the passion of the Tyrant, the sacrificial lamb.

I am the pain that was created from the big cracks,

I am the weariness of the Kingdom, sorrow’s tax.”

The King got down onto one of his knees,

For he could see there was no evil in these pleas.

“Come to me, child, and do not be afraid,

I can see that you are like me in the shade.

For I do know exactly who you are,

You are the Dark Prince born from a scar.”

And with that the Dark Prince smiled with tears,

It seemed like he had come to the end of his fears.

The Dark Prince ran to the King after hearing his charms,

And the King embraced him with strong, loving arms.

The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.

The Tyrant ran out to fight for his treacherous castle,

For no one would help him, not even a dark vassal.

The King held up his big hand, he would take the Tyrant alone,

For it was the King’s duty to end the hate that the Tyrant had sewn.

Their swords met together as if destined to hit,

It was clear that the Tyrant was not going to quit.

They exchanged blow after blow with horrific strength,

For defeating this evil, we must all go a great length.

Their power was matched, but coming from different places,

You could see the determination in both of their tired faces.

And finally the Tyrant tripped overestimating his reach,

And through the Tyrant’s armor the King’s sword would breach.

The Tyrant fell to ground and cried out in pain,

The King stepped back, curious if it was a feign.

And with that, great darkness surrounded the Tyrant,

And a plume of smoke grew out in the shape of a giant.

The smokey giant had tears coming down his face,

For the Tyrant’s evil came from a very painful place.

And with that, the giant let out a great moan,

And with that, there was no more Tyrant’s throne.

But in the ground, there layed a small boy,

With a little figure in his hand, it was a toy.

The boy slowly stood up looking only to the ground,

For this was a new prince that was soon to be crowned.

The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.

The two Kings, dwarven and man, with the Half-Elf at their side,

Decided that it was time for the Tyrant’s power to be tried.

The Half-Elf gathered all the elves that would come,

But the elves are not organized so it was a small scrum.

The dwarves came with all of their great pride,

With such might and pain all the dwarves cried.

The men that still lived followed their King,

For the determination of man delivers a sting.

The marched across the lands ready to fight,

And fight they did even through the dark night.

The orcs were slain as they moved towards the dark tower,

They lost with such force that the orcs began to cower.

But as the approach came closer in sight,

What the host saw gave a great fright.

Desolation, destruction, and slaves across the fields,

With almost no energy even to raise their shields.

For the power of the Tyrant is great with passion,

But over time it wanes into an exhausted fashion.

The King looked out with heavy sorrow in his soul,

For it would take much work to get the lands again whole.

And there stood the Tyrant up upon the tower’s gate,

With black tears in his eyes, he stood in wait.