Dwarvian Odyssey.
Sometimes I wonder
If I have made the right
choice
In coming on this mission
Trails and tribulations await
me
Battles are waiting to be fought
And I walked into this
willingly
Trouble arises upon the mountain
As my advice
goes unheeded
But as I am finally followed
I think facing the
mountain's storms
Would be the lesser of the paths.
The
Grey has fallen
And we all mourn
But continue we must
For a
Dwarf will not except failure
Especially of this magnitude
As
we enter the safer gates of the Elves
I again wonder about my
choices
I stand among the race I have been taught to hate
But
can't help but be amazed
By their leader's beauty and wisdom
For
she knows more then I
And she wastes none of her knowledge.
As
I travel down the river
Three golden strands in my hand
I
wonder about this strange odyssey of mine.
It was taken in hope
but as time passes
I am filled with despair
Another of our
fellowship lies dead as two are carried off
Another two are
rushing off
To face the danger we all know alone.
All that is
left is three
Will we be able to survive
Or has the Fellowship
failed
And is doomed to fall apart
Shattered and weak
Under
the dark.