Song Of History
(As Sung To The Dwarves Of Mordock)
By Craven Justice

I am come to this, your village
To tell you of rape and pillage.
Tales of woe in the yesteryear,
The likes of which will make you tear

Dragon rulers in the days of yore
Were much more than ancient lore
They, in fact, ruled the lands through fear
Destroyed the people, laid all land sere.

So sayeth the writings of an ancient scribe
Who had been adopted by the dwarven tribe.
The man who saved the crystals of life
And was beheaded by Moultrance’s knife.

Of his final fate, not much is known
Except, perhaps, by Alofu the Crone.
With all that sung, my song is done
And I bid good eve to everyone.