In Germanic mythology, a dwarf is a being that dwells in mountains and in the earth, and is variously associated with smithing, mining, and crafting.
The poem posted here was recently found in a burial plot in near the skirts of Germany’s Zugspitze Mountain. Scholars and historians believe the poem was written by a dwarven poet apparently lamenting his people’s obsession with wealth and treasure.
As more information comes to light, I’ll share it here.
In darkness deep, we unearth the light
of gem, and gold, and silver bright.
Our swords are etched with golden rhymes.
Our might with wealth is thus entwined.
Our axes gleam with amethyst.
Our armor winks with emerald’s shine.
And so our tombs will glitter thus.
For this, our wealth, we’ll surely die.