Carrying withered memory of days forlorn
To green and peaceful lands of old
Upon the silver shore white moon rose
In silent still cold waves froze
No wind will call until
Back home returns a rightful king
Under dark-pillared halls
In caverns stone it lingers still
Beyond the gold and gems of centuries
Where harps dwell in halls of stone
Where stories flow
Of King-Under-The-Mountain’s return
In treasure lies the only dream
Among the gems and gold
King’s glowing soul
A heart still hidden
Deep underneath
Where stories flow
Of fair king’s return
Upon the silver shore white moon will rise again
In golden halls songs will flow telling of old days
And king’s fine name
Will dwell in stone halls of his fair domain
Forever the one to be the king under the mountain
Forever the one rightful heir
Where soul longs for ancient home
And the stories flow of rightful king’s return
Linlin's Poetry 