Moria


The deepest black was gathered there,
A black that generates despair.          
Barely touched by torch or light,                
No stars shining in this night.    
There, amidst that gathered gloom,            
So many dwarves had met their doom.                      
And now into that sorrowed hall                  
Comes a party, fellows all.      
Looking for kin and path,        
Instead they waken sleeping wrath.    
       
They flee by room and hall and stair          
But find that danger follows there.       
Their leader stops and turns to fight            
That fire and shadow in the night,              
And though his magic does prevail,            
At the last moment his luck will fail.    
Into the dark he falls with a cry
And his companions can only - "Fly!".
- Nuroreiel


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