A dwarven warrior came to me, Burdened with a quest. His armor clean, His head hung low, He dragged his heavy axe. He asked for help, but I refused. For I did not pity the little man, His burden did not show...
Reason for writing:
This poem came to me while I was trying to get to sleep, I kinda liked it so I wrote it down.
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