His land was of justice and peace, or so it was told.
For war has found purchase in this kingdom of dreams and ornate gold.
A land ancient and from times immemorial has demanded the fealty of the dreaming King,
In despair, a deal was struck for the suspension of blood, one to meet at the dawning of the next full moon.
Under the cover of night, the two parties met below the gaze of the moonlight,
Yet betrayal was in the air under black skies.
The sleeping Monarch unleashed arrows of steel on the unsuspecting party of would-be invaders,
And within minutes a war that would endure for countless evenings was concluded.
On the ground were streams of hot blood from would-be conquerors of a land now without leaders.
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Of Dreams and Kings
PoetryA king of a land made of dreams is given a cruel gift by fate.
