Dwarves

Poem on clashing societies

Iron and stone
Working down to the bone
A home for the blood of the Dwarven

Deep in the earth
Digging all of its worth
Till that day that time stood still

For all of their kin
Began growing thin
As the humans began to take over

Pickaxes struck their walls
And their culture began to fall
As the era of the newbreeds rose

Pushed to realms more deep
Where the sun always sleeps
And their way of life won't be seen