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Summary: a poem from Bard the Bowman's point of view

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Smoke and fire, chocking, burning,
The mountain lights above the Dale,
From its heart he come to us now,
Flying beneath the moon so pale.

The lake's alight with dragon fire,
The moon is blocked by smoky breath,
The Dale had once met his ire,
We will soon all meet our death,

Water fills the street and fire fly's,
The bridges are broken, we cannot get out,
The mountain's gone from smoke in skies
The arrows fly as he comes forth,

Smoke and fire, chocking, burning,
The town is burnt from dragon's fire,
All is lost, he has one,
Lake-town will soon face the dragon's ire,

A thrush sits on my shoulder,
It whispers his secret to me,
The Hobbit message makes me bolder,
I stand alone as the others flee,

The black arrow fly's now from my hand,
True it fly's and smites the snake,
The dragon fell down to the land,
He fell to an arrow of Dwarven make.

There is rejoicing on the lake,
Smaug has fallen, the king has returned,
I will lead the men for my forbear's sake,
We will rebuild was Smaug has burned.

Now I am king of dale's land,
King Bard I am named,
The black arrow is back in my hand,
As dragon-slayer I am famed.

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