There exists a land not unlike our own, though unmapped in meters or yards.

It has different people, no one thing alone, yes; this is the land of the cards.

In the place where things are not as they seem,

Where magic and mages are not just for dreams,

And men can have children or even be queen-

Yes, this is the place that is sung by the bards.

For in this land, with heroes of old,

Of monsters and princes and of stories told,

There are four Kingdoms, each one of them fine,

It is my task to acquaint them with thine.

First is the Hearts, tradition abound,

For music and art and religion renound,

Ruled by the three families for thousands of years,

For their strength is teamwork, and teamwork perseveres.

Then Diamonds, rich Diamonds, full of plenty and more,

The world has no doubt of the luxury they store,

Neutral and peace loving, with fortunes galore,

A Diamond is pretty, that's what it's used for.

Next comes the Clubs, with a bit of a lie,

Their sigil is green, but white goes past the eye,

Frozen and stoic, as much as they try,

Clubs' Kingdom is cold, and the people- they cry.

And last but not least is the Kingdom of Spades,

Known for their power, their growth and their blades,

With harbors and magic that lies in the shades,

And royals who must lie in the beds they have made.

And I hope you won't mind much if I move to steer,

To our last beloved kingdom, for our story lies here.

On a stormy day of a thousand years past,

The kingdom was established, and some say too fast,

The pirate kings ruled with a ruthless hand,

And the kingdom- it flourished- it had to expand.

And soon these pirates were pirates no more,

Just stuffy old nobles who shut all their doors,

To Kingdoms and any hope for success,

Their tyrannical rule had wounded their duress.

And when as the kingdom continued to expand,

Things began to get out of hand,

Anger fermented, began to spread,

And gave the Royal Tyrants something to dread.

The kingdom rebelled, held up fists and swords,

Some of them even nobles and lords,

Soon the Pirate King was captured, and his lady wife,

He gave up his kingdom, she gave up her life.

And on the following morning a new king was crowned,

With ideas of freedom, his kingdom he found,

Waiting to welcome him with arms open wide,

And see him give consequences to the royal who cried.

But the new King, was merciful, respected and kind,

He spared the imprisoned; let them free from their binds,

He let them back to their rainy shore, gave them permission,

And he had only just one condition:

If they changed their sigil, gave up skull and crossbones,

They could live as lords of England, and all British zones,

If never again was the pirate flag flown,

They could live in peace with King Joshua Jones.

So they gave up their pirates and took on the thunderbolt,

To remind them of their history of the occult.

For the Kirklands were Magic before they were brute,

The first Storm Mage known was of the Kirkland root.

And as history turned into stories on a page,

The feud between families lessened with age,

And two-hundred years later a prince and a Mage,

Just might be falling in love, right before war is waged.

And that is the story, set in the time,

Where the shaky peace was breaking between cobalt and lime.

Where true love hits you hard, worse then the sword,

When marriages are arranged between all kinds of lords.

When princes are charming and when words cut like blades.

This is the story of the Kingdom of Spades.