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| Home >> Library >> Poems >> The Dwarven Marching Song The Dwarven Marching Song From Preludes Volume 5 (page 227-228) Novel by Mary Kirchoff & Douglas Niles Under the hills the heart of the axe Arises from cinders the still core of the fire, Heated and hammered the handle an afterthought, For the hills are forging the first breath of war. The soldier's heart sires and brothers The battlefield. Come back in glory Or on your shield. Out of the mountains in the midst of the air The axes are dreaming dreaming of rock, The metal alive through the ages of ore, Stone on metal metal on stone. The soldier's heart contains and dreams The battlefield. Come back in glory Or on your shield. Red of iron imagined from the vein, Green of brass green of copper Sparked in the fire the forge of the world, Consuming in its dream as it dives into bone. The soldier's heart lies down, completes The battlefield. Come back in glory Or on your shield. Aghar version Thunder pills the fart of the ox Erasers for Cindy these still put out the fire, Beated and bammered the hand thunk a thought, The hills are breathing the fish breath afar. Soldiers hit brothers, sorry The battle feels. Come back, O glowworm And don't forget your shirt. Last Modified: Sunday March 15, 2009 |
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