This heartfelt Bible carrying bear poem is a childhood poem about faith and a Christian children’s poem that explores childhood comfort, security, and finding lasting faith in Jesus Christ.
I was a baby still in need of a bib when Daddy placed you in my crib. I was learning to sleep through the night when you took away all of my fright.
When I lost you, I would scream When Daddy found you again I would beam. Each day my love for you would grow fonder. Into new unfamiliar realms we would wander.
When Mommy and Daddy were not near, you were the one to take away my fear. I needed someone soft to snuggle when life felt like an unendurable struggle.
You were my solace and my security as I would develop and grow into maturity. Our bond remains unbroken even to this day though I've put childish things away.
Now it is to the cross of Christ that I cling. He is both my Savior and my king. I learned of Him from the Bible on your chest. I have found in Him my true security and rest.
This heartfelt Christian poetry for families invites readers to pause and rediscover the beauty of childlike faith. Through a simple, memorable message, it reminds us that Jesus loves children and offers Bible lessons for kids of every age.
"Jesus loves me! This I know, For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong; They are weak, but He is strong."
With joy the little children sing their song Knowing that to Jesus they belong. With the simple acceptance of this love The child is secure in their Father above.
While across the hall the adults debated Did man evolve or was he created? Is there a sovereign God over all? Is there an absolute moral law?
An insect crawls in front of a child's eyes. Struck by joy and wonder the child sighs, Knowing this moment was made for him As he breathes the air and takes it all in.
While across the park the adults rush by For more money and more to buy Never stopping for joy to wonder Ripping their hearts and souls asunder.
"Jesus loves me! This I know, For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong; They are weak, but He is strong."
A child hurts himself coming down the slide. Another child quickly runs to his side Offering help and comfort anyway she can. Thus, a new and lasting friendship began.
While across the street a homeless man Holds a cup up in his dirty hand. People quickly walk on by Never looking him in the eye.
A child shares her most valued toys With other needy girls and boys Simply because she knows it's true That it is a good and a kind thing to do.
While adults fight and battle in a war Just so they can have a little more Thinking that this is the right thing to do To take from those who have a different view.
"Jesus loves me! This I know, For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong; They are weak, but He is strong."
With joy the little children sing their song Knowing that to Jesus they belong. With the simple acceptance of this love The child is secure in their Father above.
Adults debate and fail to understand And so build their lives upon sinking sand Of wealth, knowledge and power And things that rust destroy and moths devour.
The child is secure, happy and content Enjoying just living in the present Offering simple thanks and praise With no concerns for future days.
Adults forsake the knowledge of their youth And live in denial of the simple truth They ought to have learned long ago That the innocent children still know
"Jesus loves me! This I know, For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong; They are weak, but He is strong."
May this poem encourage families to nurture wonder, kindness, trust, and gratitude in everyday life. Its gentle reminder of childlike faith points us back to the enduring truth that Jesus loves children and welcomes them into a life shaped by love.
Word to “Jesus Loves Me” are by Anna B. Warner The greatest truth we learned in our youth. If only we would live in it like a child.
This poem about poverty can help families begin teaching children empathy and compassion by talking honestly about poverty and the different experiences other people face.
A rich man traveled the ocean blue to a Philippine island and the city of Cebu. He owned his own ship to travel the sea with his wife and two daughters, age 1 and 3.
His wife had been born there and her family still lived there. Her daughters, Johanna and Autumn-Marie, had never met their mom's family.
The girls wore dresses which were new. Autumn-Marie wore pink and Johanna blue. But their cousins’ clothes were old and worn. Some had dirty spots and others were torn.
The kids went outside under the hot sun. They ran around and had lots of fun. The clothes got all dirty and blacked, so new clothes had to be unpacked.
Their cousins had no other clothes to wear. Some of them only owned a few pair that their mothers' scrubbed and cleaned in the river water by hand.
All the cousins went into the hotel shower. It took all of them over an hour to clean clothes, skin and hair and to dry the only clothes they had to wear.
All enjoyed dinner and there was much to eat even a very special Filipino treat called Halo-halo made with fruit, milk and ice. Johanna said it was very delicious and very nice.
The next day all the girls and boys played with Johanna's and Autumn-Marie's toys. The cousins had no toys of their own. They often played with sticks and stones.
Johanna started to feel a little bit sad, because of how little her cousins had. She let her cousins take her toys home, so that they would have some of their own.
Johanna is just a little 3-year-old kid but her daddy noticed what she did. He said, "That was very nice of you." He decided there was something he must do.
He sold his luxury ship and made a plan to buy some new homes and some land. He also bought chickens, cows and seed to raise and grow food to meet the family's need.
He bought new clothes for the kids to wear. He became the answer to the family's prayer. They were no longer poor and in need because of Johanna's 1st loving deed.
My wife is a Filipino. The story is fiction, but the poverty in the Philipines is real. We’ve seen it first hand.
As children learn to notice others’ needs, practice kindness, and share what they have, this simple poem about poverty and generosity can support them in growing in understanding, empathy, and genuine care for those around them.
This warm love poem reflects on giving in love with honesty, devotion, and hope. Readers can expect a gentle reminder that building lasting love begins with selfless commitment and meaningful action.
Don't search to receive
the love you desire
No, search much higher
for the one to whom you'll cleave.
Search for someone to receive
the love you inside your heart,
then your bond will never part
from the oneness you conceive.
Sacrifice and give your love away.
Commit to love each other for life
when you become man and wife,
then your love will grow every day.
Love is what you do, not what you feel.
Love is a word of action,
not just physical attraction.
Love in deed makes it alive and real
I believe love is not a feeling and not selfish. Love is giving more than receiving. See my post for more. At its heart, this love poem reminds us that giving in love is more than a feeling—it is a daily choice to care, commit, and grow together. That kind of devotion is the foundation for building lasting love.
In her despair, dark and lonely, Longing for her son, her one and only, In quiet shadows she waits forlornly; Her desires and dreams whisk her eastwardly.
"My son, my son, my son, My dearest, my beloved one, Your life had just begun, Too soon your race was run."
Once again came the pixies, bright as stars, Who once had borne her ring away, And whispered to her grieving heart The words that turned her night to day:
Lenore, gaze upon your own heart; A holy hope is growing there. For joy, the holiest of love will start In all the trials of love you bear. Look again toward Pools of Restore, The changing fruits of sacrifice; Erase the sins of forgotten lore, For love has paid the price. No longer bound by Restiny's name, The pools rise to Restore once more; What vengeance stained, pure love overcame, And healing has filled the eastern shore. The changing tides of love's fruit Have healed the pools with merry light, Redeemed the grieving king's pursuit, And planted healing in the night. Passive, peaceful elves of Restore Dwell again in peace along the eastern shore, And will share the pool's slow healing grace, With man and elf, from every race. Your son's heart was pure, His wisdom sure, His ways secure: Predestiny. Mighty Lion and lord, Valiant without a sword, Cherished and adored: Predestiny. From the eastern shore once more Sang the gentle elves of Restore:
"Our pond has the power to mend, Even when life is near its close; By sacrifice it can transcend The death from which new life arose."
She went to his grave on the crimson shore, Beneath the velvet flower bed, And lifted the son she so adored, Cold in her arms, for he was dead.
As Restiny, in days of yore Bore his son through dark and dread, So east to the Pools of Restore Journeyed Lenore, bearing her dead.
He had come too late; his son was gone; The pool was powerless to save. But she came with the healing dawn, When love had overcome the grave.
She laid him in the waters, crying:
"Come back, my little ewe, Hear my crying for you. Where have you gone, my love? Show me, oh stars above. Come home, come home to me; Oh my son, hear my plea."
In the healing waters of life Rose her son, free of death and strife.
Love required sacrifice; This was the needed price. Valor is doing right; This was the quest of a knight.
The ground began to shake and quiver, For the restored life sent a shiver, To the Lord of Darkness and Dread; In panicked fear for his life, he fled.
What is this terror of the night? What has caused such awful fright? Run, dragons and goblins of evil, and hide; It is not safe to abide. Fear has made our Lord scream; He has had a nightmarish dream. Who is a match for the elf-man Born of the crimson land? A warrior man his father, An elfin princess his mother; Against him no one can stand. Come again to the land where the willows weep, To the land where the weak do not sleep; Come to the land of the mighty and brave, To the land of the sinful and depraved.
“Go, my son, into this land; Be my voice, be my hand. Overtake all the evil, vile ways; Receive my blessing and my praise.”
Then King Altiny, his father, came And loosed the golden chain he wore, The emerald ring of elfin fame Once sent to him by his Lenore.
"Take the mystical emerald ring; Learn of the power it will bring To unite enemies and foes In power stronger than swords and bows."
The knight who was once a foe, Who wanted to pierce with sword and bow, Joined the son on his valiant quest; By night nor by day would either rest
Until the evil Dark Lord would burn in the lake of fire, Ending all of evil's dreadful desire.
Wicked goblins fly at night, Fleeing fear and fright, Servants of the Dark Lord's hand; Against united friends no one can stand. The mighty take a stand To bring peace to the land The brave defend the weak They are not proud but meek Strength is in conviction Wisdom in benediction Rest on a true foundation
At last within the Void of Night The son stood face to face with Dread. The Dark Lord raised his sword to fight, But the prince stood unarmed instead:
"Your strength is in the lie you told, That valor lives by might and sword; But love has broken death's cold hold, And you no longer are its lord."
He raised the ring; its light shone bright On men and elves who, side by side, Had come as one to stand and fight, And in that light, the lie had died.
Servants of Darkness have met their ends, By enemies who joined as friends; Shone round about them, ring of emerald light, Ending the Dark Lord's evil might.
In the Lake of Fire they were cast, Into torment that will forever last.
For men and elves, a new day dawned; All drank freely from the healing pond. The water of life freely flowed to all, Bringing life to all who heed the call.
The valor of men ‘n’ elves Is love beyond ourselves — A love that reaches others, As though they were our brothers.
Love and virtue, Noble and true, Always abide In these your guide.
Riches are never found in gold True wealth is neither bought nor sold Charity yields a hundredfold True friends remain when you are old.
Value what you know to be true Never again will darkness subdue Virtue will be what you pursue And your life will always renew.
This dark fantasy poem is part of an ongoing fantasy poem series—each installment is a self-contained tale that also weaves subtle allusions to the others, creating a tapestry of epic fantasy poetry and deeply connected fantasy stories that will ultimately form one complete narrative. In this chapter of the saga, the atmosphere leans into the shadows—haunted battlefields, ominous prophecies, and long-buried secrets—while the language remains lyrical and accessible for readers who love story-driven verse. The poem explores how love endures in a world marked by loss, how destiny calls flawed heroes into war, and how the choices they make echo through realms both seen and unseen, all within a compact, cinematic reading experience.
For Further Reading
This is one in a series of fantasy poems that blend dark fantasy with character-focused storytelling. It invites you to follow recurring figures as their paths intertwine across battles, betrayals, and fragile moments of hope.
There’s a poem on the capture of Lenore.
There’s a poem about Lenore’s love.
There’s a poem about how the war began.
If you like this one, check out the other: you can expect similarly atmospheric dark fantasy poems that balance intimate emotions—especially love, grief, and the weight of destiny—with sweeping conflicts of war and magic, each piece adding another layer to the larger epic.
This dark fantasy poem is part of an ongoing fantasy poem series—each installment is a self-contained tale that also weaves subtle allusions to the others, creating a tapestry of epic fantasy poetry and deeply connected fantasy stories that will ultimately form one complete narrative. In this chapter of the saga, the atmosphere leans into the shadows—haunted battlefields, ominous prophecies, and long-buried secrets—while the language remains lyrical and accessible for readers who love story-driven verse. The poem explores how love endures in a world marked by loss, how destiny calls flawed heroes into war, and how the choices they make echo through realms both seen and unseen, all within a compact, cinematic reading experience.
For Further Reading
This is one in a series of fantasy poems that blend dark fantasy with character-focused storytelling. It invites you to follow recurring figures as their paths intertwine across battles, betrayals, and fragile moments of hope.
There’s a poem on the capture of Lenore.
There’s a poem about Lenore’s love.
There’s a poem about how the war began.
If you like this one, check out the other: you can expect similarly atmospheric dark fantasy poems that balance intimate emotions—especially love, grief, and the weight of destiny—with sweeping conflicts of war and magic, each piece adding another layer to the larger epic.
When wars reach an end change and progress can be slow Such was the aftermath of the war 'tween men and elves Destruction ranged from mountains high to valleys low
These were days when valor equals might and lust compels When sorcery 'n' craft were used to cast evil spells
The mighty are valiant The brave are gallant Live by the virile sword Destroy, pillage 'n' hoard
By bow and by arrow Seek strength in sorcery
Wisdom in divination Live for admiration
King Altiny knew valor's untainted meaning. Taught from his youth that true valor was doing right He sought to end the lie of the Dark Lord's scheming
To spread valor, love's passion for good must ignite Goodness and gentleness had to overpower might
The mighty take a stand To bring peace to the land The brave defend the weak They are not proud but meek Strength is in conviction Wisdom in benediction Rest on a true foundation
Queen Lenore, had an awful dream one frightful day A ewe lamb she cherished and adored above all Ventured out into the elfin forest to play
Her beloved became lost when night began to fall Her lamb would not return to her when she would call
Come back my little ewe Hear my crying for you Where have you gone my love?
Show me oh stars above Come home, come home to me Oh my son, hear my plea
She cried in terror at the meaning of this dream Her first born son would soon give his life for a man Into dark of night the entire land heard her scream
To every shelter 'n' every cave men 'n' elves ran A rolling wave of terror struck the entire land
What is this terror of the night? What has caused such awful fright? Run little elves and hide It is not safe to abide Fear has made our queen scream She has had a nightmarish dream
She hid her child among her kin to keep him safe No man was allowed in the presence of her son Being far from his parents, he felt like a waif
In skill 'n' craft the boy grew and would not be outdone Every game and every contest he won
Who is a match for the elf-man Born of the crimson land A warrior man his father An elfin princess his mother Against him no one can stand
Against the elves, Lenore's son had no equal foe He longed to challenge any man who bragged of might Be they strong in sword or skillful with bow 'n' arrow
The aspen trees whispered of a challenging fight To determine the bravest most powerful knight
Come to the land where the willows weep To the land where the weak do not sleep Come to the land of the mighty and brave To the land of the sinful and deprave
To this contest of skill Lenore's son had to go No mother's fearful plea could keep him from his fate He must pass to the land of the weeping willow
Men were famed to be bold, men were known to be great But Altiny's son was destined to destroy hate
Love requires sacrifice This is the needed price Valor is doing right This is the quest of a knight Go my son into this land Be my voice, be my hand Do not partake of their vile ways Receive my blessing and my praise
Lenore retreated to her chamber to shed her tears She knew this was her stout son's final destiny He'd leave to meet this evil without any fears
This was the set course of the son of Altiny The final cost for the dead Pools of Restiny
At Pools of Restiny
He found his Destiny Into the dead's abode It had been foretold
The path to end the war Between elves and men evermore
Lenore 'n' Altiny had been wed to end the war Now, born of their love, their only son's fate was sealed He would restore valor's meaning forevermore
In a dream his final destiny was reveled From fateful love's mortal wound he would not be healed
Come back my little ewe Hear my crying for you The brave defend the weak They are not proud but meek
Love requires sacrifice This is the needed price
The prince fought bravely defeating each of his foes Until the last knight feared and respected by all Strong was his sharpened sword and mighty were his blows
Like a mighty redwood tree, this knight would not fall He stood like a great giant over nine feet tall
He is mighty ''n' valiant He is brave 'n' gallant He lives by the virile sword Destroy, pillage 'n' hoard By bow and by arrow His strength is in sorcery His wisdom through divination He has gained all admiration
The prince took his stand and prepared his sword to fight The knight laughed and taunted this foolish elfin-man When a scream was heard sending all away in fright
From the sky above goblins invaded the land Against this new evil, prince and knight took their stand
Wicked goblins fly at night Bringing fear and fright Servants of the Dark Lord's hand Against such no one can stand
The knight killed many goblins that horrendous day A goblin shot an arrow toward the knight's head The brave valiant prince jumped into the arrows way
At that moment Lenore knew her brave son was dead Grief struck both men 'n' elves of the shore crimson red
On the shores crimson red Grows a velvet flower bed King Altiny's son's resting place The grave of queen Lenore's delight
Who taught by his blood and grace That valor stood for doing right
This dark fantasy poem is part of an ongoing fantasy poem series—each installment is a self-contained tale that also weaves subtle allusions to the others, creating a tapestry of epic fantasy poetry and deeply connected fantasy stories that will ultimately form one complete narrative. In this chapter of the saga, the atmosphere leans into the shadows—haunted battlefields, ominous prophecies, and long-buried secrets—while the language remains lyrical and accessible for readers who love story-driven verse. The poem explores how love endures in a world marked by loss, how destiny calls flawed heroes into war, and how the choices they make echo through realms both seen and unseen, all within a compact, cinematic reading experience.
For Further Reading
This is one in a series of fantasy poems that blend dark fantasy with character-focused storytelling. It invites you to follow recurring figures as their paths intertwine across battles, betrayals, and fragile moments of hope.
There’s a poem on the capture of Lenore.
There’s a poem about Lenore’s love.
There’s a poem about how the war began.
If you like this one, check out the other: you can expect similarly atmospheric dark fantasy poems that balance intimate emotions—especially love, grief, and the weight of destiny—with sweeping conflicts of war and magic, each piece adding another layer to the larger epic.
In her despair hollow, dark and lonely Away long 'n' far from her one and only In desperate shadows she waits forlornly Her desires and dreams seize her northernly
Lonely Lenore, aching for her love, Cries out to the pixies above: "Where is my love, my life, my one? Is he alive? Has the war been won?"
Your love survives Upon the Crimson Shore; Yes, he remains alive, Far from hidden Danore.
"My love will never find me here; I live in anguish year by year, Hidden from his searching sight By spells that shroud this isle in night."
Take the ring from your hand; By its power your love will stand. Its magic leads to destiny Among the Pools of Restiny.
"But the ring keeps me safe and alive; Without it, how will I survive? Its light has hid me all these years; Without it, who will calm my fears?"
You and your love will unite before you die; That the ring sustains you is a lie. It's love that has sustained you, And love will see you through.
Then Lenore slipped the ring from her hand And bound it to her golden chain, And though her heart would ache again, She gave it to the pixie band:
"The ring and all its glory Will be the end of our story. Bid him not to search for me, But sail upon the eastern sea. Give it to my love far away; Go now, without delay."
Into the night the pixies flew Like starlight fading from her view, And on the cold ground of Danore Knelt empty-handed Lenore.
"So now our fate is sealed, While my life and love lie concealed."
This dark fantasy poem is part of an ongoing fantasy poem series—each installment is a self-contained tale that also weaves subtle allusions to the others, creating a tapestry of epic fantasy poetry and deeply connected fantasy stories that will ultimately form one complete narrative. In this chapter of the saga, the atmosphere leans into the shadows—haunted battlefields, ominous prophecies, and long-buried secrets—while the language remains lyrical and accessible for readers who love story-driven verse. The poem explores how love endures in a world marked by loss, how destiny calls flawed heroes into war, and how the choices they make echo through realms both seen and unseen, all within a compact, cinematic reading experience.
For Further Reading
This is one in a series of fantasy poems that blend dark fantasy with character-focused storytelling. It invites you to follow recurring figures as their paths intertwine across battles, betrayals, and fragile moments of hope.
There’s a poem on the capture of Lenore.
There’s a poem about Lenore’s love.
There’s a poem about how the war began.
If you like this one, check out the other: you can expect similarly atmospheric dark fantasy poems that balance intimate emotions—especially love, grief, and the weight of destiny—with sweeping conflicts of war and magic, each piece adding another layer to the larger epic.
In the land's darkest years Of violence and rage From prejudicial fears Before the golden age Into the human race Altiny was born His parents died by grace Of a poisonous thorn
Near the cold northern shore The child was raised by elves In days of zealous war When men detested elves And hearts were filled with rage Stout and brave, Altiny Became of ready age To seek his destiny.
From the cold northern shore For his dear elfin king Upon his breast he wore A bright emerald ring Tied to a golden chain Pride of the northern elves Symbol of elfin reign That held some mystic spells. At Pools of Restiny Go find your Destiny Into the dead’s abode And it will be foretold The path to end the war Between elves and men evermore
Upon the northern sea He set sail to the east To seek the wizardry Of the ancient deceased Kings and warriors bold Both men and elves alike Long before hearts were cold When valor stood for right.
A dragon-toothed arrow Within his gold quiver Birthed in the nymph's meadow By the enthralled river Was his valiant slayer As sharp and as deadly As an elfin saber Engaged masterfully.
His ship was built of glass And diamonds mined by dwarves Silk sails on silver mast Found within elfin turves Sown by golden thread Decks made of fine gemstones Elfin flag crimson red Night and day ever flown. Red the color of sand Of my now distant land Red the color of blood My sad crimson rose bud Red the color of fire My passionate desire
The sea waves played their song As the breeze chilled his soul While he voyaged along Toward his unknown goal Undaunted he remained Committed to his course His boldness unexplained His heart filled with remorse
His true love left behind Fairest elf of the shore Their one heart intertwined Altiny and Lenore Keep their true love hidden Vile prejudicial ways Makes their love forbidden To anger set ablaze
Long days and longer nights His ship sailed through the storms Creatures rose up for fights In many dreadful forms Altiny, his course kept Not cowed by death nor harm Although his seamen wept Not eased by his great charm In battles of the night When evil brings fright When all our hope seems lost To pay for freedom’s cost Though we be just a few Hold onto what is true
But the crew would not sway And threw him in the sea During a darkened day By evil spells decree Maddening the elf crew Poisoning the weak mind With fears changing hope to A dark reign of mankind
Altiny would have drowned Had he not by tender Caring pixies been found Bright with starlike splendor Pixies cast spells of light Floating him to the coast Driving away the night Then vanishing as ghosts
He dreamed of his Lenore A vision full of fears From the cold northern shore She had been gone for years Taken by a dark Lord On a ghostly grey mare Bound by an evil cord To his concealed lair
Awakened from the dream Altiny had arrived Near the deceased's regime Amazed he had survived To continue his quest To find his destiny To make his one request At Pools of Restiny At Pools of Restiny Go find your Destiny Into the dead’s abode And it will be foretold The path to end the war Between elves and men evermore
Etched on the elfin ring He read these words once more His heart began to sing Of his red northern shore Hope renewed in his soul As he pressed on his way To the Pools of Restiny For he will not betray His quest for destiny
Over mountains and hills Into valleys below Evil wizards sent chills Blocking his path with snow ‘La lumière d'émeraude fond' ‘Light of emerald melt' The snow became a pond By this warm spell he dealt.
Trolls would not grant passage So arrows through their hearts Attained him free access Goblins shot poisoned darts But goblins were no match For dragon-toothed arrows He left without a scratch Moving through the narrows
Beyond the narrows lay The Pools of Restiny Only one night away To know his destiny Through the dark he went on To gaze into the pool By the breaking of dawn For this was the dead's rule
‘Me montrer ma destinée' ‘Show me my destiny' Uttered Altiny At Pools of Restiny ‘Find your love left behind Fairest elf of the shore Be one heart intertwined Marry your love Lenore'
Through many more perils Altiny for his love Would go on to travel To unite with his love He would find her rescued By men the elves hated Over the wars ensued From vile spells of hatred Hatred exists no more For the true love of Altiny and Lenore Brought peaceful love Between elves and men evermore
This dark fantasy poem is part of an ongoing fantasy poem series—each installment is a self-contained tale that also weaves subtle allusions to the others, creating a tapestry of epic fantasy poetry and deeply connected fantasy stories that will ultimately form one complete narrative.
But one flame can give light where darkness dwells
Lucius was a faithful man 'n' brave knight
Who was taught that true valor stood for right
Honesty and truth was his main delight
In dark times, he became the source of light
In golden lands of the south he was born
Into a world at war divided 'n' torn
Among the painful brier, thistle and thorn
Where once grew full crops of soy bean and corn
The crucible fires of war destroyed the land
Northern elves turned farms into dry wasteland
Men had chopped forest 'n' trees of their woodland
Destruction 'n' death were the price war demands
In this world Lucius sought to bring peace
From wartime's oppression, he sought release
He dreamed of days when valor would increase
When concord would prevail and war would cease
In a dream he heard a wind's whisper say
Go to the eastern land far far away
A realm that knows only night never day
In a cave a fair elfin princess lay
This was the one path to peace, he was sure
He was destined to be the elf's savior
From this one aim he vowed not to detour
This was the way of true knightly valor
To the dark and evil land he would go
Over mountains high and through valleys low
Armed with sharpened sword and fiery bow
To meet an evil foe he did not know
Dragons and goblins would stand in his path
Servants of the Dark Lord's infernal wrath
For he desired no end to his bloodbath
The Dark Lord was the cause of this warpath
Density 'n' Hope were on Lucius' side
That day hundreds of evil goblins died
Dragons flew away back to caves to hide
The design of the Dark Lord was denied
An elf princess was rescued by a man
Lenore would soon return to her love's hand
Ushering endless peace throughout the land
The light of valor had shone through one man
This dark fantasy poem is part of an ongoing fantasy poem series—each installment is a self-contained tale that also weaves subtle allusions to the others, creating a tapestry of epic fantasy poetry and deeply connected fantasy stories that will ultimately form one complete narrative.
