Cursed Dwarf

All over the golden castle

A whining echoed

When a monstrous birth

Brought the third heir of the lion

A shame for his father

Condemned by the family

Exposed as a freak

The imp had a heavy burden to keep

Through suffering he learned

His value lies not

In the reach of his arms

Nor in a bright smile

But in his mental excellence

The wind blows against him

But he shall not stop fighting

Following his path without regrets

And always paying his debts

Branded for eternity

To live in deep sadness

For the cost of his first breath

Was his own mother’s life

Rejected from the start

Forced to face his limitations

To owners of broken hearts

Whores and wine come as consolation

Bearing an uncertain future

Blamed for crimes he did not commit

In spite of his size

He was strong as a lion’s roar

The cursed dwarf

The wind blows against him

But he shall not stop fighting

Following his path without regrets

And always paying his debts