Artmancer's Epics: "You Shall Not Pass"
Snow seals every path White teeth close the mountain pass Stone calls them below
They dread the dark halls Old songs rot beneath the rock Moria waits, cold
No will to enter Yet lies have burned the safe roads Choice dies in the storm
Doors yawn, breath held tight Ancient air and broken light Steps echo like sins
Drip—then scrape—then scuttle Something tracks them in the dark Stone echos evil
Whispers multiply Footfalls bloom into a roar Steel rings, fear answers
Goblins pour like ink From cracks the torchlight can’t heal Circles close, alive
Drums beat deep and slow A heart older than the world Wakes beneath their bones
Fire claws the shadow Flame crowned with whip and horned hate A Balrog stands tall
Heat bends will to ash Hope thins to a single form Grey against the fire
Gandalf claims the bridge Staff like lightning, calm as law Light names the abyss
Sword sings ancient truth White fire answers blackened flame The world holds its breath
“I am servant sworn—” Stone, fire, shadows collide Command carves the air
The bridge breaks like fate Hero stands where none should stand Love outweighs the fall
Flame halts at his word Darkness recoils, denied Now, “You shall not pass”
