The Question
Halfling, what are you doing here?
You are no hero,
You are no knight.
What makes you think
You have the right?
To hold the fate of the earth in your hands.
A turn of fortune
A twist of fate
And someone else
Would take this blight.
The man, the elf, the dwarf would they
Have held their own,
Or crumbled right
Before they fell
And dragged all down
Into the night?
Halfling, hold the hope of all
In your two hands,
So,will you fight,
Or leave the earth
To face its plight
And be ruled by darkness evermore?