The Mines of Kasman

Mauve in Dark Ages


I stand before a mountain
A mouth of blackness deep
My voice echoes, distorted
Joined buy others from within

Compelled to step inside
I tremble with fear
To see what bodies belong
To the voices I hear

My feet will not move
My heart skips a beat

Two eyes are gazing
Back out at me

What does it belong to?
An Aisling like me?
Perhaps itís a dwarf
From the songs people sing

My weapon is sharp
My armor is new
My courage has risen
Another step or two

I pause, I hesitate
My hands begins to sweat
Its just another step
But as I cross the threshold
I see visions of my death.

I make an oath
To the watching eyes
I will return one day
And walk within this mine.