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  • Beneath the Storm-Crown

    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.

  • 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

    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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