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

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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"