The Old Kingdom Poem by Twinky Alamora

Through the old forsaken mist,
Past the old crumbling wall,
Lies a past not soon forgotten,
Through love and hate,
It has overcome all.

The slight wind,
A brush from the past,
A steady stream,
Carving the land,
The old kingdom stands tall.

The moving prairie,
The song of the trees,
The whisper of the wind,
The scream of the falls,
A love not forgotten.

The old kingdom,
Strong as can be,
Shall live in us,
Through the sounds,
And the sights.