720. Evadeam Poem by Jaden Knight

Evadeam stands on guard duty
at the entrance to the mine of Cinnabar
gently whistling a song
one his father Guivret taught him
when he was still a young dwarf

The gentle breeze steals the notes from his lips
as they emerge from his thick blond beard
gently swaying in time to the tune
his dull bronze coloured armour creaking slighty in response

Light clouds seem to hide the stars
only the moon shines bright tonight
reflecting on the head of his huge battle axe
being twisted slowly in his hairy hands
making the runes on the edges glow brightly

Though he seems relaxed he is watchful
green eyes scanning the area carefully
not a creature or bird seems to be close to the mountain
as usual it is a quiet and peaceful night

At dawn his brother will replace him
and Evadeam can go below to get food and rest
falling asleep in his simple canvas hammock
where none will disturb his happy dreams