A Yarn of Three Thrones

[Tetsanosuke]

As time passes by in it's simplest form
I breathe and read the abstract strings,
Which connect the realms of the born
To those of the three lost kings

Who sat upon their thrones;
Made of granite, marble and oak
Which carved into their bones,
The pain of their fellow folk

Who cried out in agony
As the yonder kingdom came,
Breaking their whole lives apart
Atrocities kept unnamed

From such fires fueled the rage
Of the sire from the granite throne
He broke bread with the Goblins
In hopes of a revenge to be known

From such destruction borne the sadness
Of the Marble Lord's own shame,
His attempt to parlay with madness
Only caught his sleeve the blame

From such inhumanity grew the courage
The resilience of the forests bestowed,
Upon the Maiden of the Oak Throne-
And her people who gathered 'round

One kingdom fell to hatred,
Ripping itself apart
Another fell to cowardice
Who's diplomacy would depart

The final stood strong against the blight
With fortitude to match Asgard,
Who's people lifted their banner high
And honored life with highest regard

What happens in the end
Well, why do you ask
Only time can tell,
One shouldn't dwell the past

Time tells all stories-
In a way it sort of makes them,
From the moment of conception
To the final seconds of creation

[Mugiwara-no-Basuke]

This poem is really nice, pleasent What a great poetry kingdom you've built