{"id":106626,"date":"2019-06-28T02:04:07","date_gmt":"2019-06-28T07:04:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=106626"},"modified":"2019-06-28T02:04:08","modified_gmt":"2019-06-28T07:04:08","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-august-2018","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets-august-2018\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – August 2018"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Hama Stood<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

by:  Braag Son of Balin<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In darkest days, The Rohirrim were mired
With Grima, Isengard conspired
A glamour cast on Thengel-Son
Had led the Mark to brink of ruin, before waxing doom of Orodruin
With Dotage, heavy on our sire
Until Hama let Mithrandir\u2019s staff, cleanse his lord with secret fire<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still with noble Theodred lost
Amid cruel Orthanc\u2019s unleashed host
And the Westfold feeling Dunland\u2019s wrath
From Edoras we fled in haste, to Helm\u2019s Deep\u2019s stony cold embrace
There to brace with beam and post
And hunker down to hide in crystal caves what mattered most<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And as the rain drew dark that night
While evil enveloped the vale with blight
And terror that the onslaught wrought
Spread thru parapets and towers, bought with lives, the precious hours
Creeping dawn\u2019s reluctant light
Found the Hornburg\u2019s battered gates besieged in desperate plight<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was in that darkest hour that Hama stood
Amidst the crumbled blocks and splintered wood
Alone he faced the snarling hordes
And guarded as the final ward, the only door \u2018tween death\u2026 and his Lord
Hama stood where none other would
And no Uruk could move him, though death was understood<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the last, impossibly he\u2019d borne
The vital moments stealing to the morn
A door warden he was
And still remained, with thoughts of Leofred and Eorl he\u2019d been sustained
But E\u2019en as he fell, he heard Helm Hammerhand\u2019s horn
Rohan had survived, though ever forlorn
And forevermore with Simbelmyne his grave was adorned<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hama, son of Leoforth
Door-Ward of uncommon worth
Of whose courage, the minstrels sing
With blood slicked back pressed \u2018gainst the door, he did retreat not
One\u2026
Step\u2026
More.
Rising from his lowly birth,
Sacrificed, he bore the price, for Mark and King
and Middle Earth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The Jewel Folk<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

by: Tom F.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

King Graenor of the Dwarf Folk,
kneeled beside a moonlit sea,
and there he pledged his heart,
to a fair Wood Elf Queen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Defying Ancient Law,
beneath the stars they wed.
The first forbidden union,
their vows in secret said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then one autumn morning,
to them was born a son.
And two races of the Fair Folk,
became joined as one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thus began the Legacy of
the Children of the Woods.
Bright shining Forest Gems,
a race misunderstood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For Dwarven sages wise,
and Elven priests of Light,
proclaimed these small folk,
were demons of the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(C) Copyright 1992 by Tom Frye<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

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