Beneath the Smoking Mountain tall,
Where dragons slept in shadowed thrall,
The dwarves once carved their golden halls,
Now fire has claimed them, stone and all.
The elven lords once walked these halls,
With silver light upon the walls,
Yet stars and stone would grow apart,
And ice took root in elven hearts.
The dwarves are dust, the elves are gone,
Yet still men raised an empire strong,
But even gods must fade and pass,
And fall beneath the mountain’s ash.
Old School Adventurers Dungeons and Dragons, character levels 1.
