A poem from my Dwarven Throne world. I hope you enjoy it.

Decisions in the dawn before the sun can see
That echo in the fabric of all reality.
Backwards now and forwards, weaving on through time
Though they have never given a reason or a rhyme.

Decisions in the darkness where truth can whisper still
And the growing morning silence bolsters trembling will.
A hand held tight in fingers uncertain of their skill
A heart that cannot linger for good yet nor for ill.

A duty now is calling, a vigil now laid down.
A future now is falling where falls yet the crown?

Decisions in the dawning gird up sword and shield.
Hearts answer still the calling and assemble in the field.
The young and bold, they answer, and so the old and grim.
The darkness lurks about them on a fatal poisoned whim.

Decisions on the ramparts, where courage clings to day
And all hope for living is gently tucked away.
For the battle now has fallen, the sword has left its sheath
There is no recalling only fire, blood, and teeth.

A duty now is calling, the battle now is joined
A future now is falling and another future coined.

Decisions in the evening, as they raise the dead to mourn,
And the bitter price is measured by souls now battle worn.
Another day is purchased, another chance to hope.
In the grim light of the gloaming: the sky an iron cope.

Decisions in the darkness, the secret king unknown,
Who feels each fallen soldier, and does not know his throne.
But swears by all the powers, yet keeping him alive
When he comes into his kingdom he shall make it thrive.

A duty now is calling: a crown of hope and blood.
A future comes, though crawling, and rises from the flood.

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