— Poetry, Writing —

Hearth Rekindled

A dwarven song about rebuilding.

Long the water under stone
Low the road to the lonely home
Lost the door into the deep
Where secrets lie an dangers sleep.

Wake and come to op’ning door.
Wake and hear the ancient lore.
Wake and rise to burning day
And watch the ashes drift away.

Stone remembers deep in time
Through burning ages and ancient rhyme
Wake from slumber and dreaming deep
Come alive the oath to keep.

Now echoes ring in living halls
And voices sing within the walls,
Yet past the gate the list’ning foe
Hoards his strength and lurks below.

So kith and kin gather round
And waking hope now has been found.
The lonely home, alone no more
Rings bright with laughter as days of yore.

Stone remembers deep in time
Through burning ages and ancient rhyme
Wake from slumber and dreaming deep
Come alive your kindred greet.

Though the foe returns to burning day
Kith and kin now bar his way.
The flames of battle come and go
But the hearth will ever glow.

Though pain and grief from battle come,
Hearth and home mark battles won.
In the hall is laid the feast
Where battered souls may find their peace.

Stone remembers deep in time
Through burning ages and ancient rhyme
Wake from slumber and dreaming deep
Come alive your hope to meet.

Hearth Rekindled copyright © Heather Strickler 2026 all rights reserved

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