I’ve been lost again, lost in worlds that don’t exist, made real in my imgaination.
Forgotten Song of the Banished Dwarves of Erebor
Deep beneath the sun’s warm light,
under the mountain’s craggy heights,
where dark halls carved within the stone
are now the tombs of brothers’ bones,
we make our way with rusted steel,
afeard too long, we’ll have our will,
to face the dragon, lord of might,
seal Smaug’s heart in death’s cold night.
Inspired by today’s Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fourth Wall.”