Frosted mountain filled with cheer,
Dwarven men meet often here,
Exhibit each, their deadly prize,
Before another's greedy eyes,
Gladly one will pay each price,
Illegal goods an exotic spice,
Within, without,
With silent doubt,
Marauders creep and sign,
Communicate,
The mountain's fate,
Through the darkness grim.
Many men will lose their lives,
To rid the earth of sin.
One, not one, regrets their choice,
As they scream out with one voice,
And leap, at last, into the fray.
1 comment:
wow, this one was really good.
I'd give you an assessment, but I don't think my thoughts could do it justice.
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