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« on: January 30, 2014, 05:13:42 pm »
The Tale of My Legandary Smith Wife
- A Ballad
by Urist
It began on a cold moonstone night:
I was the most dwarven miner around,
She was the most legendary smith.
She was my wife,
My legendary wife,
My smith.
We used to drink so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to dig together, around the world,
We wanted it all.
But one night, one cold night,
We decided to dig too much.
Together we struck Adamantine.
It was deep, so deep.
From that moment our relationship changed.
She grew so fey.
And then it happened:
Oh no! Oh no!
She cut in twain a forgotten beast.
Alas, a forgotten beast!
My wife cut in twain a forgotten beast.
It was dwarven, so dwarven.
The next day I thought my nose had broken,
I thought my beard had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)
But still, she is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that night,
That cold moonstone night.
My beard... ouch!
When I think of that legendary smith,
That legendary smith and me.