Tinder and Spark
Near the Carrock, 18 March 3019
Krimp krump, tinder and spark, out of the mountains in the dark
Goblins march and Goblins run, dark the smoke that covers the sun
String the bow and sharp the blade, heavy the iron that goblins made
Slash their throats before the dawn, steal their meat and burn their corn
Scrit sckrat, split and spin, Goblins laugh and Goblins sing
Crinch crunch, munch the bones, save the eyes to feed the crows
Bundle and Burn, slash and maim, Beorn’s land is all aflame……
Ssssssh!
at the edge of the smoke!
something’s there?
what’s that shadow?
that looks like a bear…..