City - Disenchantment Bay State - ALASKA Country - United States
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Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep,where dark things sleep, in hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient King and elvish Lord There many a gloaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung, the flowering stars.On crowns they hung, the dragon fire. In twisted wire they meshed the light of moon and sun.
Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold, where no man delves There lay they long and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height The winds were moaning in the night The fire was red, it flaming spread The trees like torches biased with light
The bells were ringing in the dale And men looked up with faces pale The dragons ire, more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
What an incredible view and capture Matt.!! it is like if you traveled into someone's dream and captured this,I like the poem too. Good one. Best Regards, parehan
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{K:56854} 9/28/2007