The dwarf did tremble, as the battle raged on, His mine was under siege, all defenses gone, He tried to find his courage, but fear had taken hold, For every clash of steel, made his blood run cold. He knew he had to act, but his heart was in his throat, The thought of facing danger, made him want to gloat, But he would not give up, he'd stand and fight with pride, For in his soul, the fire burned, and he would not be denied.