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The Great Hall of Poets – September 2014

Ring Cycle

by MarSilvanus

The smiths of Eregion they learnt,
Long ere the fires of Sauron burnt,
To forge the Rings, the art of things
And power in shapes and forms to hold,
Fate sealed in Ring of Gold.

The dwarves in Moria they dwelt
And taught the elves to metals melt
And so create, with hammers shape
The mithril, silver, bronze and gold,
In shapes and forms to hold.

The Rings of Power the elves then forged
And Sauron on their wisdom gorged.
In fair disguise he feigned surprise
When Three Great Rings the elves did mould,
In mithril, bronze and gold.

He saw them not, so Seven more
For dwarves he wrought from precious ore,
And then still Nine with jewels fine
As gifts to Men for falsehood sold,
In Rings that he did mould.

But One still stronger he did make
Hid deep in Mordor: earth did quake
And fires stirred. The elves then heard
His true intent: his powers bent
In heated wrath and malice cold,
Falsehood that he sold.

One Ring he made to rule them all,
Ensnared all but the Three to fall
Under his power and since that hour
As Lord of Rings he ruled of old,
In wrath and malice cold –

Then Middle-earth in Shadow fell,
The Lord of Rings cast his dark spell
And none could stand against the hand
Of blackness that this Ring did hold,
The Lord of Rings of old.

But still against him in defiance
There formed a desperate Last Alliance
Of Elves and Men, they stood again,
Their banners blazed with courage bold,
‘Gainst blackness he did hold.

They marched on Mordor and won back
Much of their realm from Shadows black,
‘Til that Dark Lord at last came forth
In heated wrath and malice cold,
Before their banners bold.

Gil-Galad Elven King was slain,
And Elendil Elf-Friend in vain
His great sword drew – it broke in two,
The West failed at Sauron’s stronghold,
With wrath and malice cold.

But Isildur, son of the King,
With hilt-shard cut off Sauron’s Ring
From his black hand in a last stand:
Thus severed power the Ring controlled,
Failed at Sauron’s stronghold.

Then Sauron fell in grim defeat,
The Shadow fled from his dark seat;
He lost his power, and since that hour
His strength it waned, but still remained
And hid in secret’s shades untold,
Power that the Ring controlled.

Isildur took the Ring to keep,
But lost it to the River deep.
Fate’s blow did wield in Gladden Fields:
For this Ring did dark thoughts enfold,
In secret’s shades untold.

There long it lay in mudded ground
‘Til chance came and at last ‘twas found.
Its malice black then sprang its trap
Possessing mind took precious hold,
And did dark thoughts enfold.

Its poison wore its bearer down,
Drew out his life. Far underground
It lay in wait, attending fate,
Beneath the Misty Mountains cold,
And mind took precious hold.

The Dark Thought waxed though ever hidden:
The Ring perceived, and left, unbidden.
By chance or luck it was picked up:
The tables turned, the tale evolved,
Beneath the Mountains cold.

The Shadow grew, and back it fled
To Mordor and its ashen bed.
The fire reburned, the dark returned,
And watchful peace again was nulled,
And so the tale evolved.

One Ring he made to rule them all:
The Ring has heard its Master’s call.
Whilst light devoured from brooding tower
With growing power has hour by hour
Our fates ensealed in Ring of Gold,
And peace again is nulled.

One Ring he made to rule them all:
The Ring has heard its Master’s call.
One Ring to Find, to Bring, to Bind,
The Lord of Rings rules, as of old,
Our fate with Ring of Gold.

~~*~~

Lord of the Rings Poem

by Jordan K

 

The light of the Eldar wanes & so the light of Men
The oncoming Shadow lives with Morgoth’s spin
Yet the fell trees will sing in the wood again
The royal seed as meant to be sent
The ‘White Tree’ will bloom in Gondor’s win
Saruman couldn’t stop the Rivers rage
Hobbits will change history in the Third Age
Isildur’s bane will resurrect the pain
Isildur’s heir will pave the way
Dwarves hide from the outside as the Old alliances die
The frost from the North is stormy tide
Angmar is on the Dark Lord’s side
Cry and weep for the fall of Arnor
She has no shield or armor anymore
The ruins exclaim the failure of Numenor
Praise the Maiar who defend the ‘silver cord’
The Sea calls us back to shore for the time is short
The Eagles swoop down as a last resort
Mt. DOOM fumes with poisonous ash & dust
Sauron makes war on us with an Eye of Lust
Disguised in light as a fair form to trust
The Island was crushed & it sank into deep water
Elendil sailed to become Gondor’s father
Elessar carried the light of the Evenstar farther it seems
The Farthing was saved by Gandalf’s dream
The Shire remains to remain evergreen
Elves make music as they dance and sing on distant shores
Remembering no more all the ‘dark lord’ made sore
There are no more foul memories to hoard
No more talk of spider lore or faithless orcs
No more black speech or the screech of enemy hordes
The Road goes on and on as grace affords
Anduril comes down from the ‘elven lord’
A Dunedain ranger reclaims a re-forged sword
It’s called the ‘Flame of the West’
In the words of Gandalf the Grey
‘May the days of the King be blessed!’

~~*~~

Away in Middle-earth

By Elodrin

 

Away in Middle-earth,
You shall see a star,
Alone with not another,
To talk to in their whispers.

To talk to in their whispers,
About all the other stars,
The stars of all the other Elves,
Who float above the sky.

This lone star is Eärendil’s,
Who was an Elven mariner,
And had the luck and luck it was,
To float above the Heavens.

~~*~~

[Untitled]

By BlackFox

 

The red crowns of rowan-maidens fair
and gowns of silver mist on bodies bare.
The first shimmer of autumn sun
on treetops glistenin’ pale as gold.
The gentle chill of days unfold;
summer’s past, winter not yet begun.

The scent of moss, the sound of leaves;
the silent tremble of dreams unseen.
Dreams of days long gone, forgotten,
and days yet to come, things yet to happen.
The touch of autumn, sweet memory,
the nature’s feast, field and wood its treasuries.

Long hours bath’d in wind and rain;
tears of the sweetest pain,
with no drop shed in vain.
To wash away the weariness,
a small prize to pay the dreariness.
The sorrow shall pass,
fleeting and flicker’.
The pearls of frost on the grass –
no heart can be bitter!

~~*~~

THE SHADOW’S BITE

by Kenneth C

 

Grey warriors fell and grim,
a shadow host of nine men dim,
swathed in clothes and cloaks of black,
riding upon midnight steads along hidden track.
Servants to their Lord,
bound to him by an eternal cord,
walking the paths of the dead
and yet among the living, or so it is said.

~~*~~

The next three were all sent in by Frederika G

*Editor’s note:  Please remember to read the submission rules, and only send one poem per month*

FORGOTTEN REALM

Arwen’s Song:

The sun fell over the shore
The moon claimed her silver throne
The stars shined upon the hill
As I dived into the sea.

Dreaming eyes stare at me
Follow me deep into the stream
Losing faith I felt so weak
The coldness came as I dived still in.

The night`s rage became my fear
Her deuce chasing me with gear
The darkness kept him on my road
Shores of flames burning my hope.

Oh how I wish to be home
The place I once called my lore
Golden wheat growing near
With you there on our realm.

Sorrow has come as I saw you
Down there dived by the same stream
I sailed to you but with no gain
You were far, the end was near.

I wish the moon was not so cruel
The darkness fade as we could rule
Shores to ride with you my heart
Our love to last with eternal chant.

THE FALL OF SAURON

Gandalf:

A witch came upon my dream
Read the dark that lays within
Demons lurking into the night
As my past faded into the light.

An elder king warned his rage
Upon the mighty northern race
Wrath he called down from the sky
Once the battle became their cry.

I dreamNt the skies turned to ash
Raging storms piercing their eyes
Riding the winds of fire and snow
Their strength became his eternal fall.

Slash of the burning steel
Carved his hands into the sea
Curse of his eyes the crimson fiend
As he came to claim his ring.

WAR CHILD

Galandriel:
Far beyond the raging sea,
Breaks a dragon iron ship,
Awaits long for you to see
The fair of your carving dreams.

As she came,
Across your way,
Bend your love,
Before her sway.

“Cry no more,
Abandoned soul,
Come to me,
Become my sword.

I shall gain,
Your power arm,
You shall pray,
As I am your god.

Blessed you are,
As I am your shell,
Howl your heart,
The serpent`s fall.

Hear their screams,
They died in vain,
As you came,
Became their bane.

Make your way,
Through their edge,
Torch their eyes
Upon my scent.

Raise your chant,
Upon the skies,
Call the vile
Regain my shine.”

~~*~~

 

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