Hands of The Drow

by Aneice

Poem of the drow. Inspired by R.A. Salvatore's book Homeland. Inspired mostly by the character Drizzt Do'Urden and his family.

Dark soft whispers could be heard throughout

Every corridor. Heated looks through every door

And hall. Chilly winds, like the breathe of an

Ice witch, course through every bone. Darkness

Caress the ebony faces with tender affection,

Death bloodies their graceful hands. Cruelty marks

Their every passage, screeching screams of tortured

Victims echo throughout the Underdark. Soft screams

Of dying children echo throughout my head. Little

Whispers of treachery are echoed, but not seen

Upon with ill favor. Justice lays low until must

Awaken. Ambitious and cruel they stand. The

Blood of prowess mars the Dark hands of the drow.