The Underdark Poem by Sarah Child

Never does a star grace this land
Nor a poet’s light of twinkling mysteries
Or does the sun send its rays of warmth and life
A secret world beneath the surface
A sky of heartless stone
And walls that show the blandness of death
Foolish dwellers that stumble here
Most do not return

This is not their world

Their eyes have seen shadow
And gloom
The only sound
Is a distant
Echoing
Drip of water
Beating like the heart of a dragon
What lies beneath the still onyx pools of chilled water
One can only guess
What secrets await the brave
What horrors await the foolish
Only the imagination can reveal
Until the stillness is disturbed

This is not their world

This is the Underdark

(This was a poem that I wrote for my poetry class last year. We had to take lines from our favorite piece of literature and rearrange the lines and words to make a new piece. I used R.A Salvatore's, Homeland, introduction for this. Some of the lines I kept in their original form but some of the others I changed.)