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