The Gold Of Smauge - Poem by Dan Jordan
To mountains eerie and mysterious,
To dungeons evil and solemn,
They will venture for the treasure of
A pile of gold, which Smauge stole
With a cruel, savage Heart of bitter cold.
It is their true destiny to stumble upon
The pile of gold, which Smauge stole
With a heart of bitter cold. For they
Wish have a most lucious
And lavish life of selling
Indeed will venture deep into mountains
Eerie and mysterious, And into dungeons
evil and solemn, to discover a fantastic
And brilliant life, amongst a pile of gold.
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