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  • The Road to Umbra Written from Lore’s perspective

    The Road to Umbra Written from Lore’s perspective

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    House of Shadow

    I do not speak of heroes.
    I speak of those who walked in silence.
    Of boots torn at the sole,
    and breath taken with care
    lest the wind betray them.

    I walked the road to Umbra alone,
    but never unmarked.
    Each tree knew my name,
    each stone held a memory,
    and the crows whispered
    what the living dared not say.

    My brothers called it exile.
    The warlords called it treason.
    The wolves knew better.
    They call it the long return.

    I did not carry banners.
    I carried wounds.

    I did not seek the throne.
    I sought peace and found shadows
    that bled like I did.

    And when the night fell thick with frost,
    and even the stars looked away,
    I did not pray for light.

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  • Honoring Stormborne Women: A Poetic Tribute

    Honoring Stormborne Women: A Poetic Tribute

    A Tribute to Stormborne Women!


    They wove the wind into cloaks and dreams.


    Spun flax with fire and softened seams.
    Mothers, warriors, whisperers, seers
    Their names echo across the years.

    In caves they sang to unborn stars,
    In fields they carved the fate of wars.
    With calloused hands and iron hearts,
    They held the world while it fell apart.

    They bore the weight of every dawn,
    Raised walls of stone when men were gone.


    Healed with roots, and led with grace
    Stormborne blood, in every place.

    Let no tale forget their worth,
    The quiet queens of ancient earth.
    For behind the sword and sky and lore,
    Were women holding open the door.

    let their songs and tales stay eternally.

    Thank you for reading.© 2025 Emma Hewitt / StormborneLore. All rights reserved.Unauthorized copying or reproduction of this content is prohibited.

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  • The Unseen Cost of War: A Poetic Tribute

    The Unseen Cost of War: A Poetic Tribute

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    (By a surviving Stormborne brother after the first great battle)

    Ash in their hair, fire in their breath,
    They stood as the sun wept low in the west.


    Brothers and sisters with storm in their veins, Fell to the ground, where silence remains.

    The drums were our hearts, the sky was our cry.

    We fought not for gold, but so others might try.

    Their names now lie carved in oak and in stone.


    But the warmth of their hands is forever gone.

    I held my blade, not proud but numb.


    As the wind carried whispers of those who’d succumbed.


    Each shadow a friend, each pool of red
    A story cut short, a word left unsaid.

    Now only three of us gather each night,
    Around the fire, beneath the stars’ light.
    We drink to the fallen.

    We bleed in the song.


    And carry their memory proud, fierce, and strong.

    Thank you for reading.© 2025 Emma Hewitt / StormborneLore. All rights reserved.Unauthorized copying or reproduction of this content is prohibited.

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