Down, down, down, down.
To Moria.
To Khazad-dûm.
The weight of them. Words like a bronze gong struck with bone.
Water finds its way through rock. Impossible things are not always impossible. When you’re stuck in darkness, there is sometimes more than one way to cope and find your own way out.
I love to explore cthonic themes of the underworld in all senses, physical and metaphorical. I am hugely grateful to Anti-Heroin Chic for publishing this piece, even though I fear it is lacking in sufficient dwarven rhythm. If it doesn’t sound like a thousand dwarves marching downwards, I’m doing it wrong.
Magda Knight 