Inside that smokey tavern,
a little off the road, there sat,
a little dwarf with a beard longer
than his limbs, and arms sturdier
than the horns of the meadow's strongest ox...
Here in that tavern, he sat with a mug of ale,
wiping droplets off his long mane,
and beside him a dark man, with
wrinkled pallor and twisted gaze,
smoked on his pipe, casting circles of
poison into that misty haze...
There in the smokey tavern,
where coming and going of all sorts,
took place under the oily lamps and
under the dusty floor, amidst the four hounds' snorts...
Hark! Hark! Ho, behold, there came a
band of colourful lads, wearing merriment upon their face...
Suddenly the tavern turned crimson sprayed,
as the bearded dwarf and the twisted man,
turned their axe and knife upon the band's jugular veins...
All drunken else, spared a minute to watch digressed,
then went back to their ale and the old game of mistrust...
Next morning, the tavern Lord's servant buried those
dead colourful faces, and by evening,again all was smokey,
and the tavern half hidden in that ominous haze...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju