Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, but we hope you will read all of the poems that we have received here in our Great Hall of Poets.
So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!
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One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.
Lament for the Fallen
by Mrs. Adam C.
Like the faintest breath of air
your life is to me.
When ages pass, I shall remain,
and you shall cease to be.
Here I lie alone, with you
ever dwelling in my mind;
Painfully I watch and wait,
for I’ve been left behind.
War, the thing that keeps us torn
from each other’s loving arms.
Threatens to devour you
and do the world more harm.
Shall I wait here, my dear love,
for tidings of your defeat?
Or shall I sail across the sea,
with memory of our love, retreat?
It is the tragedy of your kind,
and the gift to the Edain,
To live or die, in peace or war.
While Eldalië live on in vain.
Our love with loss forever bound,
and with uncertainty,
Bitter or sweet, I have to choose:
I have weighed them carefully.
Your white shores I shall not see!
Undómiel shall never come,
lest death deliver her to thee.
Tears of bitterness and grief
flow down my weary face.
Lúthien, I know your pain,
to love the fallen – from grace.
A Lone Traveller
A lone traveller, homeward bound,
seeking comfort in the dark the night has found.
His heart is heavy and his brow is grim,
for his feet are weary and his eyes are dim.
But the road keeps winding on and on,
through woods and fields and valleys cold.
No company save mist and moon,
for the wind’s begun to sing the autumn’s tune.
Then, passing by the halflings’ land,
he comes to a sudden stand –
a soft whisper! a glimmer of light!
behold! silvery shadows in flight!
Away, a golden shimmer dances on the leaves,
caresses ash and oak, then disappears.
And the night is back to silent, chill,
but the man, he dares not move, stays rooted still.
He does not know what he has seen,
and yet his eyes are filled with tears.
And though a hint of sadness still lingers in the air,
new strength it gives him, the lone traveller.
Heir of Numenor
He lives in exile as a ranger,
He is the chief of the Dunedain
Skilled with bow and blade he is,
The last of a noble line
He bears the ring of Barahir,
He wields the sword reforged
Elessar, Elfstone, descendent of Isildur
Aragorn, heir of Numenor
Minas Tirath is fading
And the white tree is dead,
Gondor is in ruin
The white city will not fall to Boromir you said
The days of the Stewards are passing and gone
The sword that was broken is forged again
For days of light this is the dawn,
He bears the love of the lady Arwen
Justice and peace will he bring
When he is crowned rightful king
A great warrior is he, and learned in lore
He is the heir of Isildor
Aragorn is rightful king
Over the great realm of Gondor
Justice and peace will he bring,
Love and joy will he restore
Peril and exile has been his lot,
Yet never power has he sought
Come Elessar, king of men,
Restore the days of light again
Fight the shadow back,
Crush it at it’s core
Estel, hope, for the world of men
He fears the heir of Numenor
Kingly among the sons of men
He comes to claim his rightful throne,
Hope he bears and will he bring
Behold the Return of the King!
Read all the poems submitted for October here.