In a land far away,
On a world beyond stars,
There lay – or still lies,
The elements of a Kingdom.
Balmy Scarhys,
Pearl of the South West;
River-spanning Malsenna;
Up in the North East.
The Two Shires come around next:
Idly-not Ryeshire;
Idyll-never-wanted to be Rotherashire.
One signatured with Oaks;
The other beloved of Ash, Elms, Sycamores
And even Olives?
Tranquil is what can be said of Abbeysfold;
Peace lies within her realm.
Blessings come along her rivers and people.
Whilst Canalsell is ever a-bustle with commerce and textiles;
With Arrowell and Asphodel hubs of the Waterway.
Ospreys still soar on the waters of lofty
Mosprey-Mere.
Once a frontier but now a place to traverse and settle.
But its residents still yearn for the Golden Raptors of
yester-age;
Who once graced the place known only as Zenémere.
Chalkisa was never a realm,
But everywhere needs an in-between.
With Greenslay secluded and Andemira so violent;
A traveller to or from the North would be wise to
traverse via the 'safer' hills of chalk.
For beyond Chalkisa lies the vibrant Duchy.
The Brilliant Emerald beside the Sea.
Hills of Jade and Downs of Aqua.
Where green is as rich as the bountiful sea;
And the sky contains a priceless blue.
Yet all these realms:
including Greenslay and Andemira;
Have one point in common:
One that still stands whilst their builders
have long returned to dust:
Towers that try, yet fail to reach the clouds,
But are never out of the horizon-sight of
one or another:
Signatures, and sometimes all
that's left;
Of the Kingdom that the realms once
belonged to,
And even in sleepy Ryeshire are still remembered
as 'The Kings';
Whose emblem was a snow-clothed Swan with
stars and crown;
Sword and sceptre:
And whose Knights could strike fear into any foe in their path:
Weathermere,
Pearl of the Home Realms;
Weathermere:
Seat of the Star-Crowned Swan-Kings.