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Enjoy this reading of the poem Dwarven Marching Song by Michael Williams. This poem first appeared in Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home, released in 1987.

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Dwarven Marching Song

Under the hills     the heart of the axeArises from cinders     the still core of the fire,Heated and hammered     the handle an afterthought,For the hills are forging     the first breath of war.The soldier's heart sires and brothersThe battlefield.Come back in gloryOr on your shield.

Out of the mountains     in the midst of the air,The axes are dreaming     dreaming of rock,Of metal alive through     the ages of ore,Stone on metal      metal on stone.The soldier's heart contains and dreamsThe battlefield.Come back in gloryOr on your shield.

Red of iron imagined from the vein,Green of brass     green of copperSparked in the fire     the forge of the world,Consuming in its dream     as it dives into bone.The soldier's heart lies down, completesThe battlefield.Come back in gloryOr on your shield.