Inbhir Ness (Bardic)

By: Ayleth Posted on: April 29, 2010

Small and quaint, a familiar face,

never fearing, working at ones own pace

Rocks falling, danger creeping in

People screaming, scraped up skin

Closed off mines, happiness gone,

The hammer is missing, fading dawn

Secret pathways, country sky

Grass is there, growing high

Goats a jumping, sheep are eating,

Cows are growing, the sun is heating

Rocks falling, the hammer's found,

Dwarven villagers, Phaestean bound.

Sileris, bloodroot, valerian, moss,

Some forest herbs too, it's a toss

A valley indent, a farmer's fields,

Crops are planted, a shovel he wields.

The path is cleared, an entry new

Strangers they come, nonsense they spew

Small and quaint, a familiar face,

never fearing, working at ones own pace.