Glitter Delve Gold 2

A dwarf confunded, robbed of his swagger and wondering how close he is to death

High King Eloin of Dreal here

Who do I tell?

My ears still be ringing with deaths knell

Apoligies surge to my lips as I figure out how to sell

This information if circumstances treat me well.

Which dosent look good

The sinister glint from silent elfs eye

Being my tell

 

A jewel-bedazzled alights on me shoulder

While my ears be numb with background banter

And my beard be limp with no swagger

My fear fades away

As the king whispers in my ear

But instead my heart stops;

Stopped dead by the news I hear

 

I slump back in my chair,

Me mind a blank

Knowing this is one for the bank

Not knowing who to thank

Or who to kill

That swill-swigging, hunchback twank

Who told me my parents died in Diredank.

 

The truth is there

Plain in the kings eyes

Telling me that the tale of my parents demise

Is not real

Instead total lies

My hope that this a dream dies

As he lifts his right hand

And reveals to my eyes

A silver birthmark like a shining silverdrake

It being an exact twin to mine

Author's Note

i am attemping to write this 3 part poem in story form. its coming along slowly but its getting there.