All poems by Luna Ehmaz, Kinsmen Poet.

'Twas a Night on Sonoma

The Woodsman

'Twas a dark and stormy night, as they say,
in woods of Skara Brae, east just a day.
The young woodsman trudged wearily on,
and 'lo, up ahead, he saw a beautiful fawn.
He stood still in his tracks and did stare
afraid to move and scare he didn't dare
for he was not sure, but she seemed to glow...
FLING! The white aura dispersed with a bow!
He jerked his head 'round, and 'lo!
There was an archer, his eyes didn't show
'neath the green hood of his robe
which couldn't be found on this globe
For it did glow as well, then he turned!
The Archer's eyes with RED burned!
'Twas a devil spawn to be sure
and the woodsman turned to flee
but behind, came the fawn's pitiful plea
Sounded human, indeed, she spoke
"Please save me, this arrow did poke
and now I bleed, and the forest with me!"
All around leaves fell, and him to his knee
Tears welled up in his eyes at her cries
He stood, he couldn't run as the forest dies!
Hurling his axe as far as he could,
It SMACKED into the Archer where he stood!
Amazed the woodsman cringed in fear
But the Archer was dead, that was clear.
The fawn got up, and transformed herself
In her place stood a beautiful tree Elf!
"Thou hast saved me, dear Sir, thank thee,
and the spiritual world along with me.
I shall grant thee any wish thou hast
for any spell thou needst, I can cast."
The woodsman needn't think for long,
for the Queen's words were a magic song.
"Fair Queen, I wish to be the keeper
of this fair wood and all woods deeper."
His wish was granted, this we do know
For that woodsman's name was Shamino.

A Sonnet to the Kinsmen

Honor, Glory and
Valor - we are bound,
led and decreed. Band
together, we sound
trumpets of kinsmen!
Compassion rules our
Pride, share in the den
we call the Tower!
A pod, school, a herd;
Fam'ly and friends all,
Respect always heard
Together grow tall!
The Knights of Honor fight true:
Kinsmen, always, old and new.

A Sonnet for KtL

Yonder torch doth burn,
so bright as the sun.
All 'round as thou turn
Always, n'er undone
'Tis naught but one, for
Many doth make it
Tens of hearts, one core
are all closely knit.
Helping palms stretchéd
To guild and o'er land,
For kinsmen we're bled,
Young given a hand.
For Goodness, Revel and those in Plight
We are they called the Keepers of Light.

Ode to the Carpenter

Life is the Phoenix,
Cherished but muthered,
In constant rebirth,
Yew King dethronéd.
Ever more is needed
Repetative axe
So many shapes, the shapes
of a villain's dagger
it changes.
Weapons of all kinds
to skin, gut and to shape.
God of Creation
and Shaper of the mighty
King of the Forest's
Destiny.

Ode to the Tailor

Pins and needles
Stich
a Wave like the Ocean.
Mend
the wounds and holes of life.
Sew
the moniker of fame and
Dye
a rainbow with naught a pot.
Spin
'round the wheel of time which
Looms
with e'er more creation.

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