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[Starver]

Mudstone, chert or shale,
Blocks may make my orchard's walls;
Floor is far less stale.

[Uthimienure]

My sock is adrift,
My heart, a cavernous rift,
I die for the gift,

The gift of limbs,
Limbs rent asunder,
Whence came I wonder,
Dwarven axes don't blunder,

[Schmaven]

I'm excited for all the new animal sprites in the premium version!  Like the mighty hippo.
Hippopotamus,
Anti-hippopotamus,
Annihilation.

[Shonai_Dweller]

Dwarven poets drink
New forms express their desires
Lo, hippo haiku.

[Starver]

Even after years,
Ninja Hippos haunt my dreams;
Speak no more of these...

[Shonai_Dweller]

Fear in Urist's eyes
Speak not of ancient evil
Trumpets in the night.

[Loud Whispers]

WHERE, FIND THE STOUTEST RUM
STRIKE, ERE THE WINTER COME
DIG, DEEPER TILL WE FALL,
RICH, WE SEEK TO TAKE IT ALL

AND WE ALL DIG
TILL WE'RE DRUNKEN, TOGETHER!

[TubaDragoness]

Whispers are Loud
They type with caps lock on and
Use diff'rent rhyme schemes.

This thread has new posts
Ev'ry time I glance at it.
It fills me with joy.

[Russell.s]

I wrote a dwarf fortress themed poem for a d&d campaign once


Through the mountain door they slipped,
three days march in cold.
Not drawn by fame or scholarship,
they searched only for gold.

In hasty earthen mounds of old,
numberless tombs were built.
By spear and rod the caskets cracked
giving trinkets, coins, and gilt.

Urist Doren gave them pause,
a pale grey coffin in pale grey light.
Runes on the lid of his deathbed read:
Here Lies Doren, one of the dead.

Husband of Id and father to four,
His deeds this day were good.
Lover of jade, alone and brave,
against the flame he stood.

In libraries they found books of lore,
by anvils: swords and shields.
Behind a wall maintained since yore
forgotten powers hid.

And atop the very bitter peak
a polished lens of crystal.
It drew with cunning Dwarven might
from all the snow-flecked sky: sunlight.

And when the bags were full with treasure,
at the gates they rallied.
Together they let out a cry:
It’s back to Viriscali!

[Loud Whispers]

This whole thread pleases my soul. Also, SHIFT KEY IS THE TOOL OF DEMIURGES, CAPS LOCK THE CONVENIENT WAND OF DEVILS

Verily unto the great mountain tall,
With bolt, plow and furious hook embarked,
And so seven became destiny marked,
Our goal was glory for the mountain hall.
Higher still we aimed as our wealth did grow,
Our Fortress's glory the world would know,
Deeper still we dug as our winters passed,
As we achieved Dwarven wealth unsurpassed.

Yet far beneath in the mines' darkest deep,
Our ambitions and follies conspired and -
Silent as the Fortress caught in its sleep,
No one could have foreseen what horrors planned,
As the wealth of the gods of avarice,
Sternly regarded the sound of a pick.

[A_Curious_Cat]

WHERE, FIND THE STOUTEST RUM
STRIKE, ERE THE WINTER COME
DIG, DEEPER TILL WE FALL,
RICH, WE SEEK TO TAKE IT ALL

AND WE ALL DIG
TILL WE'RE DRUNKEN, TOGETHER!

SHIFT KEY IS THE TOOL OF DEMIURGES, CAPS LOCK THE CONVENIENT WAND OF DEVILS

My 3aRs!11 My 3aRs!11  MaK3 1t St0p!11  MaK3 1t St0p!11

[Shonai_Dweller]

Eyeballs stare, tendrils
Wave softly in the still air
Purple clouds approach.