liking it dark, i'd give it a 8/10
there once was a dwarf from nantucket.... nah.
Far deep in the mountains cold
The mines were mined by dwarves of old
We did mine all our days past,
To seek the great ore of gold.
The smiths of song, fires like hell.
and when hammers rang out like a shop bell.
the mines are deep, lives are cheap,
Unlike the products we sell.
For return of cash and reward
they poured gold like a ford
Evil beings then came, drawn by the fame.
To take our riches at the tip of a sword.
Gems were found, Slaves were bound
All our riches spread around
commoner and king, all lust for this thing
called freedom when greed and hate surround.
far away from these walls
the state of our homes appalls
we trade, never letting memory fade
hoping to reclaim our stolen halls.
Seats of bone they built
screams of pain gave them no guilt
be we reclaimed, drove out the evil
and our halls were then rebuilt.
The evil did not go without fight,
Many times we considered flight.
but we won the night, evil banished
our dwarven justice shone like a light.
we recover our goods and mines
and find that orcs had our halls realigned
where once there were walls of gold, as stories told
there were no riches at all to find.
The dwarves and allies broke to tears
They realised their greatest fears
dwarves and men, died once again
for riches that had long been cleared.
dwarves since them have been grim
there will be no crafting on a whim
we forget our woes, we craft swords and bows
we shall fill barrels with their blood we will!
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