Drums In Moria
We came for riches buried deep
Worth more than jewels in many heaps
For mithril we came, in Dwarrowdelf
At risk of all, including self
Sliver so true no sword could do harm
Nor spear be any cause for alarm
Lusted by all from captains to princes
And equal in price to many provinces
Boom! Doom! Beat the drums
The drumming in the deep!
It strikes the heart so all are glum
Our fear is so we cannot sleep!
Once these halls welcomed with warm fires
No cause was there for meanness nor ire
All would drink to others' health
And gaze upon their mighty wealth
Alas! Now all good fortune from us has fled
Our courage gone, our hearts as lead
Unwise were we to tarry here
Or even dare to come so near!
Doom! Boom! The drummer calls
Drumming without end!
Blood now will fall
Black of foe and red of friend!
Too deep! Too deep we sought
Our fate was soon then wrought
For in our haste and greed we woke
A demon there of fire and smoke!
It's only name be Durin's Bane
For before this beast all courage wanes;
The day is gone, here comes the night
All hope, then, takes flight
Please review! Your support and advice is highly appreciated! I would really like to continue writing poems such as these but I would like both to know what you think of the ones I've done and suggestions future works. Thx