SmilingOfTheHealer

The spiders come down on the south tonight, with their webs and sticky strings. My kingdom of Greenwood endures, and it looks like I'm still king. The stars are shining and Midsummers’ feast’s tonight. Couldn't escape from me, Valar knows they tried. Just lock them in, don’t set them free. Be the good king you always have to be. Conceal, just seal, don't let them go. Well, now they know! Let them rot, let them rot! Can't be nice to dwarves anymore. Let them rot, let them rot! Turn away and lock the doors. I don't care if they die down there. Let the feast go on. This kingdom will endure anyway. It's funny how in good time