Underground
Published:Badge Awards
Inspired by this piece:
Far below in a realm long forgot,
in a far place where light lingers not,
old stones of the groaning earth still sing
beneath the throne of the Mountain King.
Towering cathedrals stand upon high
under the silent expanse of sky
guarding the deep with eyes so cold,
glittering with stars of diamonds and gold.
Creatures of shadow here make their home
slithering, creeping, crawling things roam
at blind crossroads of cavernous night,
hiding the lost and the damned from sight.
Delving down deep so far from man
halls of the dwarven kings still stand
dark bastions against the march of time--
as echoes of forges and anvils still chime.
All that remains are the crumbling towers
while death stares down and disdainfully glowers
beneath the earth where the still waters lie
and the dead are eternal and yet never die.
The air is chill and the walls are near,
and shadows are pensive with lingering fear;
here stones of the groaning earth still sing
of the once mighty throne of the Mountain King.
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