Roots in shadow, deep they wind,
Binding earth to blood and time.
Branches blaze where sun and moon
Kiss the sky in red and rune.
Leaves of gold and leaves of flame,
Each one whispers Stormborne’s name.
Wolves lie sleeping at its base,
Dragons coil through time and space.
Circle silver, circle stone,
Mark the heart the gods have sown.
Life unbroken, death denied,
Storm’s own oath, the tree provides.
By Elhewitt
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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.
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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.
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By Elhewitt
I was chained but not broken,
beaten but not bowed.
The fire marked my silence,
the storm made it loud.
I do not kneel for tyrants,
nor gods who curse the flame.
My name was born in thunder
and I rise to wear that name.
Let them come with shackles,
with blades and masks of war.
I have walked through death already
and I do not fear it anymore.
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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.
Rest your weary head, sweet child,
For our lord and his men stand guard.
Fear not the shadows, hush your mind
They hold the dark ones far behind.
Sleep now, my boy, for dawn draws near,
The Day of Selection is almost here.
When the High Lord walks among the brave,
To choose the ones with hearts unshaved.
Rise, my child, today you train,
Chosen by the Warlord through ash and rain.
He sees in you a warrior’s light
So heed no fear, for he brings no fright.
He is kind, though forged in fire,
A stormborne soul who lifts you higher.
Stand tall, young one, your time is come—
To walk the path, to beat the drum.
In the hush before the hunt,
in the footfall that leaves no mark,
we walk.
The moon has a twin,
silver-veiled and silent
it hides behind us.
We are not nameless,
only forgotten on purpose.
You will not see us coming.
You will not hear our blades.
But when danger slips through cracks,
we are the cracks.
Call us spies, ghosts, watchers
but never enemies.
We are the House of the Shadow.
And we see what others won’t.
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Theme: Healing, knowledge, resilience, spiritual fire
Form: Free verse with repetition
We are the ones who remember.
We gather flame, not for burning
but for warmth,
for light,
for the stories etched in smoke.
We mend what war breaks,
not with iron,
but with herbs, hands, and hope.
The scrolls whisper.
The cauldron sings.
We are the midwives of lore,
the keepers of emberlight,
the fire that never fades.
We are the House of the Flame
We are fire, we are the warriors of ignis
And in our silence, the world heals
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(A Ballad of Bronze-Age Bouncing)
The dragon smirked and gave a wink,
Then launched him skyward in a blink.
A loop-de-loop, a spiral twirl
Drax flailed like a dizzy girl.
“I’ve got this!” he cried, “I’m born to fly!”
Pendragon laughed and rolled the sky.
Down he tumbled, flapping fast
Till Tairneanach caught him at last.
Oh mighty Drax, with sword so wide,
Declared, “It’s time for me to ride!”
He climbed Pendragon’s scaly back,
And shouted loud, “Let’s hit the track!”
The dragons chuckled, playing catch,
With Drax the ball in every match.
He swore and shouted, “Put me down!”
While Taranis watched with half a frown.
“Next time,” said Lore with knowing grin,
“Just stick to marching less of a spin.”
But Drax just grinned and gave a cheer,
“Best flight I’ve had all flaming year!
Thank you for reading.
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If you would like to read more Taranis stories please see: The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded
If you would like to read more about Drax : The Chronicles of Drax
If you would like to read more about Rayne: The tales of Rayne
If you would like to read more about Lore: The Keeper of Cairnstones: Myths and Mysteries Revealed
A short ceremonial-style verse, spoken by a tribal Seer during the naming.
Before the first cry,
the fire already knew.
Before the first mark,
the sky already wrote.
Before the first breath,
the wind had already whispered:
He is not like the others.
He is flame clothed in skin.
He is silence that will shout.
He is shadow that will shield.
He is Taranis.
And the storm has given him breath.
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