The Halflings of Halifask Mountain

The mystery race of Halflings that reside in Halifask Mountain are a story to all that live in the world of my works. Not much is known and their are few stories about them.

Little is known, and stories few, of the Halflings of Halifask Mountain

But, rumors grown, when treasure looms, their numbers you cannot count them.

 

Now stories told, all legends old, of battles have they fought

That their chests of stone, brave to the bone, their hearts not overwrought.

 

Workers true, for tunnels through, the mountains do we pass

There’s no denying, their work implying, stone master of high class.

 

So now I ask, too strange a task, mine eyes they wish to see

In marvel bask, Mt. Halifask, their city now I seek.

 

The tales are told, of cities gold, within they do reside

But their hearts are cold, in stories old, in their race consumes their pride.

Author's Note

This is still a work in progress, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I try to stay to a rhythmic rhyming pattern. I don't really know what this type of poetry it is called, but if it sounds good and flows well I'll roll with it.