A poem: Born Enslaved

One hundred young

Born to be slaves

Yet certainly not

All of their days

Captured unaware

Certainly unfair

Yet, revenge is near

So beware, all who now hear

Overthrow the captor

Gain freedom right away

Beware of your “children”, old hag,

You for sure shall not stay

A bit about the poem:

This actually is a prophecy that was written by a troubled old Dwarven Cleric who saw glimpses of the future. He wrote the prophecy and journeyed to the East if Umberworld to study if his prophecy was true, but he was killed on the way there about a mile from the nearest old cottage. Only his bones were found.

Published by Riverlark

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