On an island of Durin
In the far east ward cave
There lay a stone
A flat stony bed
A hallway stood
With mounted pillars
Shoulder width
Going east to west
A passage way existed
Between each set of rows
Each pillar mounted on a podium rock
The gold that glittered
The ornament that was placed
Were placed as runes
Around the stony bed
The island of Durin
We were put on to safeguard
The caves that glittered
Of gold and diamonds
The fissures that lie
In the roof above
Among the stones
That brought daylight
The wind blue
As we heard
The music that played
Through the holes
In the halls of Durin
We were all mesmerized
Standing there we weren’t sure
Of what to safeguard
The wind or the stone
The runes displayed told a story
Of greed that stayed
In the tomb of Durin
Where the last king of men
Was laid in heaven
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