He seemed no different from the rest... Just a short little dwarf... His mama always her best... To shave his beard everyday...

He learned to drink and kill on time... But never cared much to be shaved... And steadily he would become... A little solitary dwarf...

As a boy he was considered somewhat odd... Kept down low most of the time... He would daydream in a world of dragon kings...But in every other way he had no beard...

He's a monday morning demon slayer... Disturbed from time to time... Lost all of his beard... And became a solitary dwarf...

A temporary dragon lover... Wizard on occasion...When will he grow back...His lovely beard of doom...

He struggled to kill the overlord... He was helplessy down... He poured himself a cheap beer... Drinking for hours in the dark...

As a dwarf he was a danger to the kings... Feared and lethal most of the time... He was drifting in and out of the seventh gate... But in every other way he had no beard...

He's a monday morning demon slayer... Disturbed from time to time... Lost all of his beard... And became a solitary dwarf...