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Tag: Stone Age poetry

  • Grael and the Slave

    Grael and the Slave


    They said he was born of a storm,
    but I found him in chains,
    skin split by the lash,
    eyes empty, yet still watching.

    They called him exile.
    They called him cursed.
    They called him meat for wolves.
    But wolves do not howl for cowards.

    He did not beg.
    He did not speak unless commanded.
    Even when the whip cracked bone,
    he stood until he dropped.

    I gave him no mercy,
    only water, only duty.
    And still, he rose.

    He refused the kill.
    Said, “No one’s worthless.”
    In that moment,
    he was worth more than the son of kings.

    I do not love the boy.
    But I will make him a blade.
    The gods have already tempered his soul.
    I am only the fire.

    © 2025 E.L. Hewitt StormborneLore.co.uk

    Further Reading

    THE WILDERNESS YEARS Part 1.

    THE WILDERNESS YEARS PART 2

    Taranis The Wilderness Years Part 3.

    The Iron Voice of Grael.

    Survival Gruel of the Exile.

  • The Iron Voice of Grael.

    The Iron Voice of Grael.

    They say he walked from firelight,
    With ash upon his skin,
    A blade of bone across his back,
    And fury deep within.

    Not born of storm or gentle dawn,
    But hammered in the night,
    He came with eyes like hollow coals,
    That burned without a light.

    The slaves all knew his heavy tread,
    It echoed like a drum.
    No chain he wore upon his wrists,
    Yet none dared see him come.

    He did not speak of mercy,
    Nor weep for those who bled,
    But every boy he trained in war,
    Would rise where cowards fled.

    His voice, they said, could bend the spine,
    And set the strong to heel,
    Yet once they saw him face the dark,
    They whispered he could feel.

    A storm stood waiting at his door,
    A curse upon his name,
    Yet Grael did not flinch or fall,
    He taught the dark to shame.

    They built no shrine in Grael’s name,
    No songs the bards recite,
    But in the hearts of those he forged,
    He walks with them through fight.

    ©2025written and crested ELHewitt All rights reserved.This poem is part of the StormborneLore collection.No part of this work may be reproduced, copied, or distributed without permission, except for brief quotations with proper credit.

    Further Reading

    THE WILDERNESS YEARS Part 1.

    THE WILDERNESS YEARS PART 2

    Survival Gruel of the Exile.

    Poem of Transformation.

  • Whimsical Dragon Adventures: A Bronze-Age Tale

    Whimsical Dragon Adventures: A Bronze-Age Tale

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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!

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    Thank you for reading.

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

    If you enjoyed this story, like, share, or leave a comment. Your support keeps the storm alive and the chronicles continuing.

    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

  • The Cursed Child: A Tale of Light and Storms

    The Cursed Child: A Tale of Light and Storms

    Born not in shadow,

    but storm-split light.
    With wolves at his side.

    and fire for breath,
    He walks between day and the deepening night,
    A child of healing, a whisper of death.

    They called him cursed, they called him flame,
    Yet none could deny the spark in his palm.
    He bore no weapon, he sought no fame
    But the winds bent low to kiss his calm.

    When Drax lay broken, minds turned black,
    Taranis reached, and thunder wept.
    The fever fled, the soul came back
    And the child collapsed, as the forest slept.

    Now they watch him with fearful eyes,
    This babe who speaks in ancient tongue.


    Yet storms do not ask if the fire should rise…
    They rise because the world’s begun.

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

    If you enjoyed this story, like, share, or leave a comment. Your support keeps the storm alive and the chronicles continuing.

    Also if you would like to read more Taranis tales please see.

    The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded

  • Silent Guardians of Stormborne: A Poem and Artisan Tokens

    Silent Guardians of Stormborne: A Poem and Artisan Tokens

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    A poem of silent guardianship from Boldolph and Morrigan’s perspective.

    The storm broke open,
    but we did not howl.
    Not yet.

    We watched the smoke rise,
    the fire crackle
    beneath berry-stained hands
    and ash-painted cheeks.

    The child had come ,
    wrapped in fox hide,
    named in thunder,
    blessed in fear.

    They called him Stormborne.
    We called him ours.

    Boldolph’s breath held steady.
    Morrigan’s heart ached with memory.

    And though they danced and sang,
    we knew
    the wind had changed direction.

    We were not there for the feast.
    We were there for what comes after.

    When the songs fall silent
    and the prophecy begins to walk.

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

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    .Further Reading

    https://stormbornelore.co.uk/the-saga-of-taranis-stormborne: Silent Guardians of Stormborne: A Poem and Artisan Tokens