Tag: poetic fantasy

  • 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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  • Warriors of Ignis: Embracing Spiritual Fire for Healing.

    Warriors of Ignis: Embracing Spiritual Fire for Healing.

    Keepers of Emberlight


    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

    © StormborneLore. Written by Emma for StormborneLore. Not for reproduction. All rights reserved.

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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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