Tag: fantasy

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.

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

The King and the Half-Elf busy restoring the palace,

Undoing all the Tyrant’s bad works inspired by malice.

When at a moment of rest there was a knock at the door,

The Dwarven King came in and scurried across the floor.

“All hail!” the dwarf said with a shy and ashamed gaze, 

“For you are the High King, and to that I surely praise!”

The Dwarf King continued, “I have much to say!

And for the Dwarven treachery, I shall surely pay.

There is really no excuse for what the dwarves have done,

But between the Dragon, the Tyrant, and the Wraith we were spun.

We want our great home and the strength of good riches,

But for that greed, we have been settled into murky ditches.

For the Dragon was born of our deep conceit,

But the Tyrant had lied and we learned he is a cheat.

And the Wraith was our doing though we know not where he flies,

But we hope the day is done of him terrorizing our blue skies.”

The King laughed and he laughed as the dwarf finished his case,

“Do not worry old Dwarven King, you certainly have my grace.”

The two kings walked and talked along the wall,

And the King explained his grace standing ever so tall.

The Dwarven King understood the complication of the matter,

For evil is not easily overcome and all it will sometimes shatter.

The King explained to the dwarf who the Wraith really was,

And afterwards the two kings admired the sun with a pause.

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

After the King returned to his oh so rightful place,

The orcs fled the palace at a quick and frightful pace.

They left the entire city with swift and fearful feet,

For the King’s power they would not even attempt to meet. 

The King overlooked his realm with sorrow in his eyes,

For he felt completely alone and he had no allies.

He walked through the halls thinking what he should do,

And up the stairs of a turret, he heard something out of the blue.

It came from a dark corner and he drew his sword,

Perhaps it was an orc that got left by the horde!

What stepped out of the darkness surprised the King,

It was the Half-Elf with beauty comparable to spring.

“Do my eyes deceive?” The King said with shock,

“Or is this another harbinger of the Tyrant’s flock?”

“Fear not!” The Half-Elf looked up at the King,

“I am here as a friend and good news I bring.”

The two walked down the tower and back to throne,

For the Half-Elf was to share the visions she was shown.

She was taught in her sleep of the birth of the Wraith,

But there was more to the Wraith for those who had faith.

When the King, long ago, had fallen through the crack,

He had fallen into darkness but was surely to come back.

“Do you remember?” The Half-Elf kindly asked,

“Being the Wraith with your identity masked.”

“It is burned into my mind,” the King slowly replied,

And then he looked to the ground completely teary-eyed.

The Half-Elf smiled, “your pain is understood,

but you would have changed if you really could.”

For the darkness was strong, even for the King,

A prophet of light was needed for the tides to swing.

And the Half-Elf was there to free up the throne,

For the King’s true identity to himself to be known.

“And now it is your time to finish your quest!”

The Half-Elf stood tall with pride in her chest.

She told the King that the time was approaching,

To overthrow the Tyrant and his darkness encroaching.