Tag: Bronze Age poem

House of Lumen

For Rayne and the Healers of Dawn

If I fall, let me fall,

where the light still touches bark,
where elderflowers whisper secrets,
to the bees who dare return.

I will not fight with flame.
I have no sword but kindness,
no shield but truth.

My wounds are many,
but I dress them with honey.
Even the broken bloom
if the morning is gentle enough.

We do not strike first
we remember.

We remember what it was like
to be left behind,
and we vow never
to let another wake alone.

© 2025 StormborneLore by EL Hewitt. All rights reserved

July 21, 2025
House of Terra

Rootbound

For Draven and the House of Earth

I was born beneath the roots,
not in halls nor under banners,
but where stone remembers every name
it ever held beneath its weight.

We do not rush.
We do not rise like fire or storm.
We grow.
Through frost. Through famine. Through silence.

The earth does not speak quickly,
but when it does,
the world listens.

We are the ones who bury the dead,
but we also plant the seeds.
We kneel not in fear
but to build.

So call us slow,
but call us standing
long after towers fall.

© 2025 EL Hewitt. All rights reserved.
This story and all characters within the StormborneLore world are the original creation of EL Hewitt. Do not copy, repost, or adapt without permission.

July 21, 2025
Beneath the Storm-Crown

I stood where thunder carved the sky,
Where old oaths broke, and none asked why.
The staff I raised was not for war,
But for the ghosts I still fight for.

Boldolph’s eyes were iron flame,
They spoke of love, not seeking fame.
His growl a warning, not a threat
A brother’s bond I won’t forget.

The wolves still watch. The dragons wake.
Each vow we make, each path we take
A storm-born soul must never stray
From fire-wrought truth or shadowed way.

Let others rule with golden tongue,
I lead where pain and praise are sung.
For every scar upon my frame
Is carved from love, not just from flame.

July 14, 2025