Smashing Goblins

04 Dec

By Alathor Champion of The Light


Left my hammer swings, and then again to the right

Like a pendulum eternally swinging, my hammer crushes their skulls

I forge forward into the dark abyss, the metallic smell of blood consuming me

The time is growing near.

 

It is as if I am swimming through a sea of putrid flesh,

As the Goblins have terrible bathing habits.

The scent is enough to make the most stone faced Dwarf –

Cry to his mother…..

 

Left, right, my arms grow tired; but they continue

Continuing on, I see the light.

I approach nearer

And it consumes me.

 

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