The Song of Kharas

Enjoy this reading of The Song of Kharas by Michael Williams. It was originally published in Dragons of the Dwarven Depths, The Lost Chronicles Volume 1. It was published by Wizards of the Coast on May 8th, 2007. You can pick up a copy here: https://amzn.to/3iwaeYH

The Song of Kharas

by Michael Williams

Three were the thoughts of

   those in Thorbardin

In the dark after Dergoth when

   the ogres danced.

One was the lost light, the

   limping darkness

In the caves of the kingdom

   where light crumbles.

One the despair of the

   Dwarfthane Derkin

Gone to the gloom of the tower

   of Glory.

One the world, weary and

   wounded

Down to the deep of the

   Darkling’s waters.

      Under the heart of the

         highland,

            Under the ceiling of

               stone,

                  Under the wane of the

                     world’s glory.

                        Home under home.

Then was Kharas among us, the

   Keeper of Kings.

The Hand on the Hammer, Arm of

   the Hylar.

At the gleaming gravesite of

   gold and garnet

Three sons of the thane he

   buried thereunder.

While Derkin saw dark upon dark

   in the tunnels,

In the halls of the nation saw

   nooses and knives,

killers and kingmakers came to

   Kharas

With agate and amethyst, asking

      allegiance.

         Under the heart of the

         highland,

            Under the ceiling of

               stone,

                  Under the wane of the

                     world’s glory.

                        Home under home.

But the stalwart in heart is

   strong as a stone.

And bold and unbending his mind

   to the better:

The Hammer of Hylar was firm in

   the halls,

Denying all discord, all doubt

   and division,

He turned from intrigue, from

   the wild tunnels,

Out to the open, one oath

   swearing

That time not treachery shall

   ever tarnish

The Hammer’s return in a time of

   great troubles.

      Under the heart of the

         highland,

            Under the ceiling of

               stone,

                  Under the wane of the

                     world’s glory.

                       Home under home.

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