In the quiet town of Farlow lives the blind minotaur Fabron
the only non human blacksmith in the kingdom
one of finest in the world at his craft
certainly the best of his species
Standing 8 foot tall with a long brown fur
jagged stumps poke from his head instead of horns
his one grey eye stares sightlessly around him
while his torn ears focus on the job in hand
He can identify metals by mere touch
tempering them by sound alone
despite his sight loss he produces great quality work
even jewelry of exquisite beauty
He gets visitors from surrounding towns and cities
humans, elves, orcs and even dwarves
all are treated with equal respect
and receive a legendary quality of service
His youngest son and daughter work as his apprentices
while the rest of the family are away in battles
while they have a lot to be taught they learn quickly
so even though Fabron will eventually die
his knowledge and works will live on forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem