Secrets of the Goblin Bookkeeper
In shadows deep, where whispers weave,
A goblin counts the coins and leaves.
With fingers deft and a crafty grin,
He guards his treasures, let the games begin.
In caverns dark, where riches gleam,
A trove of gold, a goblin's dream.
Each coin a story, a bond to trace,
Of friendships forged in a hidden place.
His eyes like lanterns, bright and keen,
He measures worth in ways unseen.
Not just in gold, but in ties that bind,
In the warmth of laughter, in hearts intertwined.
A ledger filled with names and fates,
He writes of alliances, of love that waits.
For every coin spent, a tale unfolds,
Of loyalty, betrayal, and fortunes bold.
In the flicker of torchlight, he plots and schemes,
Balancing friendships like delicate dreams.
A silver piece for a whispered trust,
A copper for secrets, a promise robust.
He knows the weight of a heartfelt deed,
That bonds can flourish where greed takes heed.
For coins may shine, but relationships gleam,
In the goblin's world, they're the truest dream.
Yet in his heart, a longing stirs,
For deeper ties beyond the blurs.
He treasures the laughter, the stories shared,
The warmth of the hearth, how much he cared.
So listen closely to the goblin’s tale,
Of coins and connections that never pale.
For in his ledger, each entry shows,
That wealth is measured in the love one knows.
In the twilight hours, when shadows grow,
He counts not just gold, but the bonds that flow.
For in this life of glimmering coins,
True riches lie where the heart rejoins.
So keep this secret, let it be known,
A goblin’s wisdom is in the love he’s shown.
For as he counts, both silver and gold,
It’s the warmth of connection that never grows old.
In shadows deep, where whispers weave,
A goblin counts the coins and leaves.
With fingers deft and a crafty grin,
He guards his treasures, let the games begin.
In caverns dark, where riches gleam,
A trove of gold, a goblin's dream.
Each coin a story, a bond to trace,
Of friendships forged in a hidden place.
His eyes like lanterns, bright and keen,
He measures worth in ways unseen.
Not just in gold, but in ties that bind,
In the warmth of laughter, in hearts intertwined.
A ledger filled with names and fates,
He writes of alliances, of love that waits.
For every coin spent, a tale unfolds,
Of loyalty, betrayal, and fortunes bold.
In the flicker of torchlight, he plots and schemes,
Balancing friendships like delicate dreams.
A silver piece for a whispered trust,
A copper for secrets, a promise robust.
He knows the weight of a heartfelt deed,
That bonds can flourish where greed takes heed.
For coins may shine, but relationships gleam,
In the goblin's world, they're the truest dream.
Yet in his heart, a longing stirs,
For deeper ties beyond the blurs.
He treasures the laughter, the stories shared,
The warmth of the hearth, how much he cared.
So listen closely to the goblin’s tale,
Of coins and connections that never pale.
For in his ledger, each entry shows,
That wealth is measured in the love one knows.
In the twilight hours, when shadows grow,
He counts not just gold, but the bonds that flow.
For in this life of glimmering coins,
True riches lie where the heart rejoins.
So keep this secret, let it be known,
A goblin’s wisdom is in the love he’s shown.
For as he counts, both silver and gold,
It’s the warmth of connection that never grows old.
The Sunday Circle