Lay of Kushta, Quartozain 44

Bror! Great and glorious mountain realm beneath icebound crowns

Whose abundant cavernous halls from living rock claimed

By generations of Dwarves with hand-held tools, working slow

With hammer and pick to pry from frozen granite walls, towns

And entire cities, of smoothed hewn rock shaped, and then were named

In the Dwarven fashion, after forefathers all Dwarves know.

Beard’d visages of these patriarchs from high tier did glower

O’er icy freshwater waterfalls in plunging cascade

Onto sandstone aqueducts raised of precise unmortared stone.

Onyx streets, marble bridges between hollow stalagmite tower

Such were the urban spaces the stolid Dwarves for themselves made.

And in Bror was this art raised to levels never outdone.

To this subterranean kingdom the Embassy came,

And the grand wonders they beheld left none of them the same.