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  • A Warrior’s Vow

    A Warrior’s Vow

    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.

    © 2025 StormborneLore by EL Hewitt. All rights reserved

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  • The Unseen Cost of War: A Poetic Tribute

    The Unseen Cost of War: A Poetic Tribute

    An abstract illustration featuring concentric colorful patterns with a prominent ram's head at the center.
    A vibrant artistic representation featuring concentric circles and a stylized ram’s face at the center, surrounded by colorful patterns.


    (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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  • An Artistic Journey with Boldolph the Black Wolf

    An Artistic Journey with Boldolph the Black Wolf

    An artistic depiction of a black wolf howling at a crescent moon against a vibrant blue background, featuring bold brushstrokes and colorful accents.
    A vibrant illustration of Boldolph the black wolf howling at the moon. Embodying the mischievous spirit of the character from the poem.


    (As sung by the kitchen fires)

    Boldolph the black wolf sniffed the stew,
    His belly growled: “This meat will do!”
    He tiptoed past the snoring men,
    And dipped a paw in the broth again.

    Morrigan caught him, gave a glare,
    “You thieving pup, don’t you dare!”
    But Boldolph smirked with sausage pride,
    And gobbled half the pot inside.

    The cooks awoke to clatter and howl,
    The stew was gone, the bowl was foul.
    They found a trail of bones and crumbs,
    And one big wolf with sleepy gums.

    Now every night the guards are warned,
    “Keep watch on Boldolph, ever adorned.
    For if you blink or turn your back,
    He’ll steal your soup and leave no snack!”

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

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