The Golden Hall

by Sep 18, 2005Poetry

The sun shines
In early morn.
The call sounds,
The golden horn

All things wake
To hear that call
Coming from
The Golden hall

Its roof can shine
In the morning sun
It makes the orcs
Need to run.

It can call
From afar its sons
Away from where
The red blood runs

Such is the Golden Hall.


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