Beware The Soot

  Beneath the mountains to the west

  Where waters flow forever slow

  And great gum trees slump in their rest

  Sits the dark decay of Bileroot

  Don’t drink the springs or mine the stone

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

  For magus hoe their land profane

  A city built from giant’s bones

  Dunkowres, the gem of Bileroot

  Their armies lie in mossen tombs

  And feed the weeds with ashen breath

  So swamp creeps and now rather looms

  The marching thane of Bileroot

  Spelling the war of the Dunglaowaskorn

  Sprung in their death a new valley of mourne

  A nursery rhyme recorded in Joan Besowen's "Collection Besowen"