Taking a stab at Poem Description #2:
A solemn poetic form intended to express grief over mining, originating in The Splattered Confederations. The poem is a single octet. Use of internal rhyme, assonance and vivid imagery is characteristic of the form. Each line has six feet with an accent pattern of unstressed-unstressed-stressed (qualitative anapaestic hexameter). The ending of every line of the poem rhymes with every other. The fifth line of the octet contrasts the underlying meaning of the second line. The second line of the octet is required to maintain the phrasing of the first line. The eighth line of the octet uses the same placement of allusions as the first line.
All above are the elf and the man who attack and amass what we find,
Yet around us the granite, our haven and hearth where we raise up our kind.
Mining stone chambers lower and longer, each growing as dwarf-skill designed.
Hewing rock, gather ore, smelt and craft, grow the store with each gem that we’ve shined.
Muscles quick, every pick digging deep where the danger unknown to the mind,
Comes alive in dark places, this fathomless horror to which we are blind.
The cold sweat of our beards brings us nearer to terror, our safety behind,
Deep below us the caverns, its dangers and doom that our delvings unbind.