This topic is for a compilation of all my Dwarven poetry. I've been writing a fair bit lately, and there's more to come. Heck, I might even touch up "The Legend of Cacame" and finish it off.
But yeah. Criticism, praise, gold, etc all accepted. Without any further ado, here's the first part of the first poem.
The Tale of the Dwarven Bard
I'll tell you a tale, of dwarves stout and hale,
If ale and a chair you'll pull up to a fire.
Of kings and great thrones, of dead men and bones,
Of evil dark things hidden deep in the mire.
There's Tekkud the great, no barrel could slake
His thirst in the dawn when his mining was done.
His iron pick sharp, rang on stone like a harp,
And gleamed in the dusk's blood-red fall of the sun.
And Kogan the feeble, yet hands ne'er so nimble
To stitch and to heal and to cure mighty wounds
He worked with a needle, some thread and a thimble,
And injuries with his thread swiftly festooned.
There's Urist the Axe, who at trees swiftly hacks,
But goblinscum serve just as well for this one.
And Ushat the Crafter, who some thought was faster
Than fleet elven rangers, who ne'er were outrun.
And Shorast the Smith, whose left arm was stiff
From a wound from a swallow-man, long wars ago.
And Lokum and Vucar, both from a land far,
Where whispering winds blow on blood-haunted snow.
These seven dwaves stout, together struck out,
For a land that the foolhardy perish within.
A dead-crawling marsh, a landscape so harsh,
T'was called by the bearded ones “Gedorothsin”.
Thus they struck the earth, and dead-marsh gave birth
To a city, a legend, a place of great fame.
They dug down so deep, to caverns that creep,
With festering creatures, ne'er yet seen or named.
With engines and gears, forgetting all fears,
The dwarves drained the aquifer from under the ground.
Until, near the hill, they stopped and stood still,
and listened, and heard the dead-marsh-mourning sound.
Then dark beasts that creep, at night when asleep,
Rose up from the marsh and fought hearty and grim.
The battle was long, the fighters were strong,
But the dwarves won the night, for the moon was yet dim.
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Topic: The Songs of the Dwarven Bard (Read 1754 times)