Sunday, September 23, 2012

Complete Dwarves Song - A Limerick (of a sort) Song From The Hobbit


Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away 
Ere the break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, 
Where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient kings and elven lords
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, 
And light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, 
On twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away 
Ere the break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, 
And many a song
Was sung unheard by men and elves.

The pines were roaming on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red,
It flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looking up with faces pale;
Then dragon's ire 
More fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their halls 
To dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away 
Ere the break of day
To win our harps and gold from him!


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