The Dwimorberg

This dark and shadow-ridden path
With embrace of fear about it
Its depths men dare not to pass
Into the choking silence
A long-ago King's son did dare
But claimed was he by the shadow-road
And all the more the tales of fear
Around the mountain do grow
Shut be the way, until one doth come
"The heir of him to whom the oath they swore"
In the gathering dark that fades the Sun
Shall come to pass through the long-barred door
Thus be the forgotten recalled again
Fulfilled shall be the oath they swore
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