Come sit with me awhile, he said.
I have a tale to tell
some would say is best forgot.
‘Tis a tale misted in the shrouds of time
long, long ago
when dwarves and midgets
ruled this world of ours.
Settle ye down in comfort now,
this tale will take ye
up and down
in and out
around and about
through lands forgotten
buried, ne’er to be found,
the Ancient Ones foretold.
‘Twas a place of magicke,
happiness and peace.
Younglins played while Oldlings sang.
Dwarves and midgets,
beasts and creatures
lived in harmony around.
Then, as the tale unfolds –
the great calamity foretold.
A Sorcerer of Great Power and Might
descended from above.
Fearful his countenance to behold
in his hand a weapon strong and sturdy.
With trembling knees and frightened eyes
dwarves and midgets hid in caves and caverns.
Whispered, wondered, shivered,
till the bravest, most courageous,
one a dwarf, a midget ‘twas the other,
trembling ventured forth to seek the
source of this their consternation.
“O Great Sorcerer from the Skies Above,
we come to seek and beseech
Thy wisdom words most mighty.
Tell us, help us
ascertain and understand
Thy visit to our humble land.”
The Sorcerer of Great Power and Might
clapped his hands like sounds of thunder,
flashed his eyes like forkéd lightning,
roared and laughed and shook his shoulders,
waved his sword and smote asunder
both the dwarf and the midget.
With his breath he blew the corpses bloodied
into the caves and caverns of the cowering others.
With a voice like claps of thunder roared he
“Is this how ye would greet me?
Send me warring, fighting younglings?
Treat me not in friendship but in anger?
Came I here to find and home make.
Live amongst ye peaceful, happy
bringing gifts of power, great vast treasures.
Never will these boons belong ye.
May ye perish
in bloodied fear and fighting.
Not a single life breath be gasping ever.”
Then the Sorcerer of Great Power and Might
vanished with a clap of thunder,
flash of lightning,
rent the earth and sky asunder.
Dwarf and midget gasped in horror.
Beasts and creatures fled in terror.
engulfed the kingdom.
Once brothers, now sworn bitter enemies
engaged in mighty battle bloody
till not a single life lay gasping,
as the curse unleashed its wrath and fury.
Now this tale of mine is ended.
‘Tis a tale that perhaps is best forgot.
Shrouded in the mists of time
long, long ago when dwarves and midgets
roamed this world of ours.
Written in response to three word prompt “Dwarves fighting Midgets” – thank you Christopher Tanska
© Raili Tanska
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