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.
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Evocative.
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