Gimli's Hope & Dwarven Lords

[written_leaves]

Here lies Balin, Lord of Moria

Two poems for the Dwarves here, the first being Gimli's surety that somehow, some way Balin's ill-fated colony had survived, the second being a poetic examination of the Dwarven Lords, their world and their fate.

Gimli's Hope

So many years, so long ago
My kinsmen chose that path
Seeking after that rarely named,
coveted, treasured ore.
Eyes lit by visions of a glory restored,
Hopes set aloft by plans for riches and might.
Balin set out at the caravan's head,
"The start of a new, greater era." he said.
To colonize again, to reclaim,
Until the darksome name should be lifted,
Washed into memory, a closed chapter
In the glorious history of redoubtable Dwarves.

He will be waiting for us there. You'll see.
We'll find him, in my bones I'm sure of it.
Balin's glory will shine like a light,
Filling the room with his luminence.
The Lord of Moria will be waiting for us,
Surrounded by the finest cut of stone.
He will be set in a place of honor,
With a title all his own.
They will write of him in books,
Just wait and see, my good friends,
Just wait and see.

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Dwarven Lords

Deep beneath the sunlit earth
Hands lit by fire clenched rings of gold
Within dark mazes of their hearts
Where black rooms lay beneath the shale,
Desire for gold grew shining pale.

With hardened hands and burning hearts
They swung their tools and searched the depths
Descending past the known ways
Where secrets keep and treasures dwell
Their thirst for gold would kingdoms fell.

The rings, they burn; the rings, they twist,
Inflaming thought they glint on fist.
Sparked tinder for greed's fire and light
These rings so fair and oh so bright.

Bracelets and cups, bright hilts and harps;
Fine chains of their beloved ore
Adorned their chests and bound their brows
Where secret thoughts upon them gnawed;
Where hidden wealth became their god.

And thus their hearts were metal-bound,
Their souls consumed in endless need.
Treasures consumed by serpents dire:
Gold-lust shone deep within their eyes;
That inner fire of dragon-lies.

Foundation of each golden hoard:
A thirst for wealth that's never slaked.
Merciless, driven to never tire:
No peace but death, no end but fire.