Dwulvor's Days
A poem and folksong about Dwulvor, Moradin's first creation and father of Dwarvenkind.
Moradin's breath filled his chest, his heart carved from stone;
His blood beat strong, his smile wide, and his eyes with wisdom shone.
O'er lands yet untainted, under mountains yet pure, and 'cross seas of yore;
The child of Moradin, strong and proud, his voice did roar.
His hands split land, and carved the earth;
And 'neath proud mountains, did he create our hearth.
From pits of magma were forges hewn, and out of stone did cities rise;
The forges burned hot, the hammers sang, 'neath proud Nolrogh where Dwulvor lies.
From stone he forged us, gave us life.
Within our chests, his fury lies rife;
In our hearts does his love slumber still,
So he sleeps, forevermore, as we carry on his will.
But soon the world did grow and thrive,
And gone was Dwulvor's age, of stone and might.
The mountains grew old, the seas ran dry, and the forges fell ashen too,
Gone to dust did Dwulvor go, to the slopes of Dol-Dahrüm.
His halls soon aged, and stone did crumble;
In the halls of Dwulvor, now silent and humble.
No songs are sung, no laughs are had, and the veins run dry,
In the halls that Dwulvor had, where our home does lie.
Though time shall erase, and the halls shall darken,
Soon the day shall come when all will hearken.
Then will Dwulvor awake once more,
To lead his children to glory, to days of yore.
-An ancient Dwarven folksong and poem, passed down since time immemorial.
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