The Giants Below

This was written to take part in the Chuck Wendig challenge for 16 January 2015.

My writing prompt was:

YOU THINK YOUR CHARACTER IS COOL? MY CHARACTER IS A FUCKING

SASSY DWARF BARD FROM A WEALTHY VINEYARD WHO FINDS IT IMPOSSIBLE TO SPEAK TO GIRLS

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The Giants Below

Who is Cullen they all wanna know so I’ll tell you
An honest dwarf among princes and queens liars and thieves
That’s who I am that’s for what I stand
Cursed dwarf from the north here to speak forth
On the matter most pressing stressing needs addressing

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

I’m Cullen son of Barra who grew the vines
His father before him was Cira and before him Osheen
Back in stone one was known name of Mellan
Not the first of the clan back under the land his father Kevan
Who knew the older art our father’s far lost kin sang

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

My curse is such that I need verse can’t do no worse
When speaking when the queen’s in this scene
I got to rhyme got to flow to let you know
That I done wrong singing the old songs
Too late to reverse this fate that I know

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

My posse my homies my crew they’d tell you
That I’m stand up, I’m straight no need to hate
But they’re all dead now gone how that I need to tell now
Sigsig, Dieter, Olaf, Theimer all gone too soon
They was strong they was proud I sing it out loud

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

We were prospectors inspectors panning for gold
Story of our people since times of old
Back in those days we had our ways our says
Our secret wisdoms passed down with them
Were warning of the deep those mysteries to keep
Secret in life in strife we wanted to bring them to light

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

Boyhood dreams turn to bitter schemes wanting esteem
We’d go to our elders those who know us
And we say we want to find a way back today
Into those deep roads hungry for the motherlode
Honourable lies in avaricious eyes

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

Many a time my posse and me would travel so deep
And bring back riches envied by snitches and haters
But wealth bought with blood that ought be spent in love
Was squandered spilt made us ill and so back down
Into the dark into the deep no light to keep

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

We searched for days the many ways of the deep maze
Fools too blind to see in their minds only doom to find
For on those walls and in the halls there were the marks of tools
Drawing the bloody red hand drawn by the dead
And it’s known what the haunts mark their own

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

Something woke in the darkness spoke
Stone rumbling as we all went stumbling, tumbling
Down among the rocks we rose in shock
We had no time to breathe as the haints did not ease
They bring strife down on those with life

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

Drowning in corpses we had no pauses just a sureness
The best days were past, this fight was our last
But we wouldn’t give up couldn’t give up
Never our way like the stone we say we stay
Never leave a brother never forget another

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

Back on back hard fought attack
The cut and thrust, battle lust, steel trust
In the dark never flee, stand by me until light we see
That was the vow but I’m alone here now
My song shameful, my eyes tearful

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

I survived but none of my posse is alive
Sigsig an arrow through the eye, Dieter by axe die
Theimer to witchery that stole my voice, old Olaf gone by choice
To save me, keep me, so light I see
I’m no coward, I wanted to fight, to forget the light

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

But they need me to sing, a warning bring
What was sealed because wounded stone won’t heal
We broke the gate and too late know our mistake
Now all hell can march through those arches
Who’ll see our faults fix our flaws to close those doors?

We grew up in the vineyard but fell so hard
Those boys with blood of iron skin of rust
Badass diggers the humans don’t know
They were the Giants Below

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