Morgrain's Folly

A poem found among the texts and documents uncovered in the cataloging of the Forge of the Sea.

In a realm of mystic fable, where legends oft unfold, A tale of dwarven majesty, of forges strong and bold, High King Morgrain was his name, a ruler fierce and wise, He built the eight great forges, reaching toward the skies.
Upon a vast and storied mount, midst the forests black and deep, Where dragons roamed and magic swirled within enchanted sleep, The dwarves did carve their kingdom, a testament to might, And there, the eight forges of power burned with fiery light.
"Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" the King proclaimed, For none could match his skill and art, his legend was unchained, His kingdom thrived and prospered, in the mountain's secure embrace, The dwarves, a beacon in the dark, a testament to their race.
Yet deep within the shadows, an evil lurked, unseen, The Necroking, a Lich of dread, with powers dark and keen, He sought to steal the forges' might, their secrets to command, To forge a reign of terror, and rule the mystic land.
In silence, like a serpent's strike, the Necroking conspired, He tapped the forges' arcane strength, with wicked heart desired, He bound their power to his will, a Lich of fearsome might, And as his darkness spread, the realm was plunged into endless night.
Morgrain's fame grew fainter still, eclipsed by vilest dread, The forges' glow now dimmed and cold, the dwarven hope near dead, The Necroking's malevolence, like poison, through the land, Reduced the dwarven kingdom's name to echoes in the sand.
An adventurer, long after, upon this ancient site, Discovered but the ruins, the echoes of the fight, Inscribed upon a fallen throne, the once proud King's decree, "Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" in irony.
The mountain's shadow loomed above, the dragon's song now hushed, The forges cold, the halls forlorn, the once great kingdom crushed, Yet in the tales of heroes bold, who fought against the tide, The memory of High King Morgrain, in whispers, still abides.
For though the forges flicker no more, and Morgrain's name has passed, The spirit of the dwarven King, his legend, ever lasts, In every tale of courage strong, of battles won and lost, The story of the eight great forges, and the price they truly cost.

Type

Text, Literary (Novel/Poetry)