{"id":104543,"date":"2017-12-26T03:54:24","date_gmt":"2017-12-26T08:54:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=104543"},"modified":"2017-12-26T03:54:24","modified_gmt":"2017-12-26T08:54:24","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-december-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/the-great-hall-of-poets-december-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – December 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Dragon Comes to Call<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by David McG<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh what former glory lies in ruins and shattered embers.
\nMonumental feats of craft now scorched and touched by death.
\nSilent now the chanting halls once filled with mirth and friendship.
\nRipped and torn by furious lust to seek it’s bed to rest.
\nNo remorse for legacies stolen for ancient lines now broken.
\nIn the hurricane of wrathful fury where not a word was spoken.
\nMighty valour, strength of arms, a fortress hewn of stone.
\nTreasure laden, gluttonous hoards lit by living flame.
\nNone withstood the daggered claw, the glistening spears, the withering roar.
\nNone save the honoured few,
\nThe spared few,
\nThe broken few.
\nLost now and desolate to wander far and wide.
\nIn mourning, stripped of pride and laid bare in the surrendered throne room hall.
\nAbandoned, forsaken, alone.
\nThe Heart of the Mountain pierced and left to fall as a trinket, a bauble, a prize.
\nRepossessed and coveted now by a King of ancient malice.
\n“Tr\u0101gu”cried the Men of the Dales.
\n“Worm!” spat the Dwarves of the Hills
\n“The Terrible” shuddered the Halflings of the Shire but all to no avail.
\n“The Mighty”….”The Magnificent”… “The Golden” preferred he.
\nFor He is Fire.
\nHe is Death.
\nHe has arrived!<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n

The Call of Valinor<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: Mithril Tinu<\/em><\/p>\n

Sometimes at the break of day,<\/em>
\nI hear a voice, softly calling,
\nWhispering from far away:
\nCome, come, come.<\/em><\/p>\n

Here in Middle-Earth I dwell,
\nAnd with the Elves I find my home.
\nI walk through field and shady dell;
\nFar I roam.<\/p>\n

I wander far by star-filled streams,
\nFlowing ever to the sea.
\nThe sea and stars they call to me:
\nCome, come, come.<\/em><\/p>\n

And sometimes in my dreams at night,
\nI see upon a distant shore
\nA golden light: the light of
\nValinor.<\/p>\n

And when, at the break of day,
\nI once more hear the gentle voice,
\nI turn my eyes to the sea.
\nCome, come, come.<\/em><\/p>\n

My heart tells me that I must go,
\nAnd so I leave fair Middle-Earth,
\nTo sail across the silver sea,
\nTo my home.<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n

A Shire Party<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: Becky A<\/em><\/p>\n

One morning in the Shire so green,
\ncame many knocks on a door.
\nBilbo Baggins was soon to be seen,
\nlater on near the old moor.
\nDown came a wagon on a path;
\nan old friend was coming.
\nYoung Frodo gave out a laugh
\nand soon took off running.
\nThey met at an old oak,
\nHe saw Gandalf happily walking,
\nand wearing his grey cloak.
\nHis wagon steed tied on a fence,
\nthe two walked forward hence.<\/p>\n

Later in the evening,
\nBilbo’s party was in full swing.
\nSo amazing, no one even thought of leaving.
\nGandalf’s fireworks were bright green,
\nand the feast was the finest ever eaten.
\nOf the party everyone was very keen,
\nfor every other party had been beaten.<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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