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[The Philosopher]

Inspired by this thread: http://www.bay12games.com/forum/index.php?topic=27527.0, I have started a thread about dwarven poetry. Unleash your inner Shakespeare and write your DF-based poems here!

[socially_inept_butterfly]

Bearded and very angry,
the hammerdwarf slays the goblin child,
then drinks some more booze

[EverybodylovesTJ]

Oh the trivial
Meeting with the diplomat
I'll take a month's break!

[Hawkfrost]

War and blood,
In an endless flood,
As my axe breaks skin,
And my sanity runs thin,
I recieve a scrape on the arm,
And am whisked away from harm.
In my bed I am fed,
And my bloodlust is gone,
As my anger grows,
I rain blows,
Apon the head of a hapless peasant.


How was that?

[Foa]

♪ ♫ An Obsidian Carol ♫ ♪

I really love the spiders,
They sleep with the nobles,
Let's see how they do,
There goes a noble

Fricking disclaimers,
Let see the progress,
Now I need to kill the elves,
My friends they don't fight.

In the flames
In the flames

With a-many dead,
They call me a King
Because I love the G-C-S!
Happy times tonight,

But without the greats,
I shouldn't be ruler,
I am the god of them,
I give them salvation

For their silken crafts
Lets see my dominance
I rule 10 xy regions.
Now for the z,

As you see,
I call upon the wrath doth below!!!
Their queen is my royal beast,
Tonight elves shall die,
The humans are in delight!

[JoRo]

Spider! spider! plotting slow,
In the blackness down below,
Could any mortal eye perceive
The dark and deadly web you weave?

[Inquisitor Saturn]

I once knew a dwarf from Gearbucket...

[I3erent]

I once knew a dwarf from Gearbucket...

Who used a goblin head for a puppet

[sneakey pete]

Where'd that thread with the poetry generator in it go?

"Travel quietly like a big fortress.

Ah, desolation!

All fortresses command dark, rough dwarves.
The rugged carp roughly loves the fortress."

[Styrre]

The rugged carp roughly loves the fortress.

Now, that is a beautiful euphemism.

[EverybodylovesTJ]

Once sunk in a mountain dreary, I swing my pick both weak and weary
Over a mason who engraves upon the floor
While I mined, booze levels lacking, suddenly there came a churning
As of some great beast moving slowly, slowly beneath the cavern floor
'Tis my sobriety,' I muttered, 'churning my thoughts under the floor -
Only this and nothing more.'

[mattmoss]

Too awesome to not continue.

Once sunk in a mountain dreary, I swing my pick both weak and weary
Over a mason who engraves upon the floor
While I mined, booze levels lacking, suddenly there came a churning
As of some great beast moving slowly, slowly beneath the cavern floor
'Tis my sobriety,' I muttered, 'churning my thoughts under the floor -
Only this and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was the close of last Timber,
And the leaves of dying autumn brought my steps to the front door
Of a fortress monumental. I'd heard stories, accidental,
From my fellows who'd returned, speaking tales they did deplore,
"'Tis a graveyard," they did mutter, "only stories we deplore;
Disaster there forevermore."

[socially_inept_butterfly]

Too awesome to not continue.

Once sunk in a mountain dreary, I swing my pick both weak and weary
Over a mason who engraves upon the floor
While I mined, booze levels lacking, suddenly there came a churning
As of some great beast moving slowly, slowly beneath the cavern floor
'Tis my sobriety,' I muttered, 'churning my thoughts under the floor -
Only this and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was the close of last Timber,
And the leaves of dying autumn brought my steps to the front door
Of a fortress monumental. I'd heard stories, accidental,
From my fellows who'd returned, speaking tales they did deplore,
"'Tis a graveyard," they did mutter, "only stories we deplore;
Disaster there forevermore."

And the silken webbed rustling of the loinpants,
thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my pick, I stood repeating
"'Tis my sobriety entreating entrance at my mind's door -
Some sobriety entreating entrance on my mind's door -
This it is, and nothing more"

[Heavy Flak]

The True Chronicle of Sarekeshtan, "Echosmiths."

This was a completely unique and fantastically written story mostly done in rhyming couplet, that never garnered the attention it deserved.  Give it a read - it's wonderful.  It's a real shame Anu Necunoscut hasn't been seen around these parts in a while. 

***

Edit:  Keeping in theme

Urist woke up with a start
With plans for a stone-crafted harp
He went t'the river to drink
And get some time to think
But his face got bit off by a carp

[martinuzz]

Elven trader's song.

We come from the marsh,
 Where life is harsh.
 Have crossed many river,
 Passed many a hill,
 To trade some cloth.
 And enjoying it still.

We come from the swamp,
 Where the weather is damp.
 We bring you a plant
 It's fibers are strong
 It's magical essence
 Produced this song

We've come to you now,
 And we will come again.
 So bring out your goods,
 And.. Aw man.
 It seems I've forgotten my lines again.
 
'We come with a song,
 A laugh and a dance
 We bring you some cloth
 A fine brew
 and some plants..'
 
 'We're jolly
 We're folly
 We're full of it all
 We're merchants by trade
 And have come to enthrall..'
 
 'We bring you the best
 Of the marsh and the swamp
 Where the nights are so dark
 That..'
 
 '... You should bring a lamp!'
 
 'So, now,
 Please don't delay
 And bring out your goods
 And, if you have some
 show us your goblin loot..
 
 'And remember
 To treat us
 Respectful and nice
 Or we might be forced
 To alter the prices!'

From my story fortress 'Shinfusur Ilir Toral', for which I really should make time to finish it 

Edit>> sorry for the layout, can't seem to fix it