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

So here's a poem in the txt format




 * 1) title:True-silver


 * 1) author: Thror, Son of Borin


 * 1) types:blue_mountains,durins_folk



On and on, I mine and mine,

My pick grows dull and my hands grow sore.

Deep and deep in this blackened cave,

Filling my pockets more and more.

Down this hole, I carry on.

Filling my pouches with ores and stone.

Light is strewn throughout my path

Until the true light sparkled and shone.

The sight of true-silver calls to me,

Its beaconing shine guiding my way.

I raise my tool to swing once more

As silver fades to darkened grey. 