Dyrim
Gossip feeds a rumor
Rumors bring down kings
Mountains fall to whispers
Stories will bards sing
Incanted spells
Conquer dead
Learn-ed words
Are spoke and read
Dyrim I am called
For that is what I am
I bang and clang
And slam and bam
My raucous sound
Hurts dead ears
I mute all those
My sound they hear
I'm bound to those
Whose power they speak
Not to the frail
Whose voices are weak
I'm going now to sing my way
Past the stars in melodies
My song will travel far
Past the caves and past the seas
Blargh
That was bad. Just about the worst poem ive ever written