Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-27991709-20170528055502/@comment-25101089-20170528234438

I made some small changes so that the rhythm flows better, as well as fixing a rhyme and a change of tense. What do you think?

On and on, I mine and mine;

my pick grows dull, my hands grow sore.

A-walking in this blackened cave,

I hunt for treasures evermore.

Down this hole, I carry on;

my pouches fill with ores and stone.

Light is strewn throughout my path

and there - the true light sparkles lone!

''True-silver! Oh, it calls to me;''

its shine beholding guides my way.

I raise my tool to swing once more -

and silver fades to darkened grey.