{"id":98452,"date":"2015-06-25T23:05:16","date_gmt":"2015-06-26T04:05:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=98452"},"modified":"2015-06-25T23:17:15","modified_gmt":"2015-06-26T04:17:15","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-june-2015","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/the-great-hall-of-poets-june-2015\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – June 2015"},"content":{"rendered":"

Silver Trumpets<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: Brianna B.<\/em><\/p>\n

A city of white,
\nAnd a courtyard of stone
\nThe great tree of kings,
\nTrumpets calling them home.<\/p>\n

Boromir, son of Gondor
\nHe fights for the city of kings,
\nHer freedom and safety is his one desire
\nHis voice on the battlefield rings.<\/p>\n

Hear them calling? The great silver trumpets
\nCalling their Captain, their lord
\nThe one who they fought for, the one who they died for,
\nAlas! For the wish of his life he’ll have no reward.<\/p>\n

He’d lead them in battle, and alway they’d follow,
\nTo whatever end they’ll fight
\nHis greatest wish to see Gondor restored,
\nHe’ll give his strength, his valor, his life.<\/p>\n

That great desire was what betrayed him,
\nTo see his people safe,
\nHe loves fiercely, he’ll guard to to the end
\nThe orcs fleeing to Mordor he’ll send.<\/p>\n

With shadows long upon the ground
\nWho will now the trumpets sound?
\nWho will now his people lead
\nTo what voice will they now heed.<\/p>\n

Alas the Son of Gondor
\nHas met a bitter end
\nHe kept his honor and fought bravely,
\nBut who will now his father send?<\/p>\n

Who will lead the armies,
\nAnd who will fight the war?
\nAlas! For Gondor’s lost her captain;
\nAcross the stormy shore.<\/p>\n

The tower guard is waiting,
\nUpon the pearly walls
\nA brother grieves, a father weeps,
\nInside the ancient halls.<\/p>\n

They heard the horn of Gondor
\nFrom Anduin’s the stormy vale
\nAlas, now who will call it?
\nAnd who will bear the gallant tale?<\/p>\n

A city of white,
\nAnd a courtyard of stone
\nThe great tree of kings,
\nTrumpets calling them home.<\/p>\n

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

A cry from Orthnanc<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By: Hoyt H.<\/em><\/p>\n

Orthnanc tower of Isengard,
\nProtrudes from the earth like a blackened shard,
\nA bone of the earth fractured in war,
\nThe throne of a wizard that lives no more,
\nIt’s windows clamped, its doorways barred,
\nThe eternal tower of Isengard.
\n~
\nOrthnanc tower was the home,
\nOf a wizard content not to roam,
\nThe wizard white,the council’s head,
\nFrom whom many wicked fled.
\nPraises were sung by many a bard,
\nAbout that lord of Isengard.
\n~
\nOrthnanc old held magic fair,
\nSauruman skill was beyond compare,
\nHe led the Istari in chaos and order,
\nPeace reigned within his rocky border.
\nA place of rest in times hard,
\nThere was shelter within Isengard
\n~
\nOrthnanc tower held Saruman,
\nA wizard beyond the strength of man,
\nHis power grew his magic was great,
\nBut like all he met his fate.
\nEvil grew and none were scarred,
\nMore than the keeper of Isengard.
\n~
\nOrthnanc once a place of joy,
\nBecame a home to an evil ploy,
\nFrom Sauron Lord of trick and lie,
\nSaruman was bent to serve the eye.
\nHis name was ruined his land was marred,
\nAnd evil came to Isengard.
\n~
\nOrthnanc was stripped of its mighty trees,
\nThere branches burned to Sauron appease,
\nSaruman spirit was defeated,
\nBy Sauron who stole, and burned and cheated.
\nEvil took over and the world was jarred,
\nWhen good departed from Isengard.
\n~
\nOrthnanc now stands to remind all,
\nThat even the strongest, men can fall,
\nIn power we still see the white wizard,
\nIn the blinding snow of a freezing blizzard.
\nAnd no mortal can discard,
\nThe lesson learned at Isengard,
\n~
\nOrthnanc still stands where it always will,
\nAll who behold it know it’s thrill,
\nWhile evil took Saruman away,
\nThe true white wizard is seen each day.
\nIn snow capped peaks that stand guard,
\nOver the ancient Isengard.
\n~
\nOrthnanc remains while Sarumans gone,
\nThe wizards magic shall ever wan.
\nIn white capped waves and Sandy shores,
\nSaruman has past through a new set of doors.
\nHis presence is felt in each square yard,
\nWithin the sight of Isengard.
\n~
\nOrthnanc was home to Christopher Lee,
\nWho captured Saruman perfectly,
\nNow he too has reached the undying lands,
\nA pure white boat on pure white sands,
\nBut on stands for ever that one last shard,
\nOf Saruman, in Isengard.<\/p>\n

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

The Mines<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By: the Champion of Mirkwood<\/em><\/p>\n

Darkness covers the lost path,
\nRevealing the faded shadows,
\nTime has come yet it has passed,
\nConsumed by crippling battles.
\nAll glory has now decayed,
\nThe Halls are robbed of their masons,
\nHistory has been written,
\nWith Dwarven blood at the basin.<\/p>\n

The nostrils are under siege,
\nThe stench has become prevalent,
\nThe olfaction must stand trial,
\nWith a verdict quite evident.
\nDecayed flesh divides the air,
\nAnd conquers all the senses,
\nThe scent has grown more putrid,
\nDismantling hope\u2019s defenses.<\/p>\n

The air has become heavy,
\nLike butter that is now rotten,
\nFlooding the mouth with disgust,
\nThe fresh air has been forgotten.
\nWith another toxic breathe
\nSinking the lungs of travelers,
\nAsh and flesh reign in these Halls,
\nNow the tombs have found their handlers.<\/p>\n

Readied sword, axe, and arrow,
\nThe travelers grasp their weapons,
\nThe pilgrim forced to relearn
\nThe ancient Mine\u2019s evil lesson.
\nThe corridor\u2019s stone is cold,
\nA chill runs rampant through the skin,
\nA homecoming is thwarted,
\nAs the Dwarf now mourns for his kin.<\/p>\n

The silence has grown louder,
\nWith each echo getting longer,
\nEvery footstep screams its pain,
\nAnd every breathe is more somber.
\nNine hearts beat in unison,
\nLike battle drums in the distance,
\nThe ghosts have finished their song,
\nThe Balrog demands submission.<\/p>\n

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

\u00c9owyn of Rohan<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By Pandi P.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00c9owyn of Rohan stood behind the throne,
\nher eyes full of tears, her rippling hair shone.
\nFair lady, so bright, your eyes like stars
\nshone like golden lights throughout the night!<\/p>\n

\u00c9owyn of Rohan stood upon the walls,
\nher hair blown \u2018round her face so fair.
\nFair lady, so bright, your dress like pearls
\nrippled through the fading light as twilight fell again!<\/p>\n

\u00c9owyn of Rohan walked upon the stairs,
\nher feet so lightly clad upon the icy stair.
\nFair lady, so bright, your arms were white as snow
\nthat falls upon the frozen ground like crowns of golden stones.<\/p>\n

\u00c9owyn of Rohan sang at fading light,
\nher voice like silver winds upon a summer\u2019s night.
\nFair lady, so bright, you shone there fading clear
\nlike sunlight on the fading swells towards the dawn of night.<\/p>\n

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

MITHRANDIR<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: Bracegirdle<\/em><\/p>\n

From the Blessed Realm sailing, Shining Valinor,
\nBy the Eldar King sent on a burdensome chore.
\nFragile he seemed yet his eye gleamed
\nAs he departed from that Farthest West Shore.<\/p>\n

Fair Mithlond received him and Middle-earth was blest;
\nAs mortal he came this brave humble guest.
\nC\u00edrdan said \u201cMaster this Ring I do bring,
\nI deem it may aid thee ere end of your quest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Two thousand years and more he did toil.
\nFrom errand oppressive he did not recoil.
\nWeary of load wandering long lonely road,
\nFrom Havens to Last Desert over Middle-earth soil.<\/p>\n

When in dark cavern deep and dungeon cold
\nWas found Ring bright, wrought with gold;
\nAnd Mithrandir knew this was the clue:
\nThe Dark Lord to stop with desperate plan bold.<\/p>\n

After time without end and trials indeed hard
\nO Pilgrim Grey be still on your guard!
\nFor foe may be hidden coming unbidden
\nYour plans to thwart your hopes to discard.<\/p>\n

Then Companions brave trodding dark Khazad-d\u00fbm
\nWere faced by the Terror released from his tomb.
\nAlone he fought as was his thought \u2013
\nThe means to the end more important than his doom.<\/p>\n

Ever he battled monstrous Durin\u2019s Bane,
\nTo earth\u2019s bowels deep then upward again.
\nFrom Silvertine\u2019s summit the Balrog did plummet,
\nBut alas! Savaged Wizard also was slain.<\/p>\n

Back went the Grey Pilgrim from whence he departed;
\nGrace He was given, new plots to be charted.
\nBack came the Light as Gandalf the White,
\nAnd hope was restored by this Wizard bold-hearted.<\/p>\n

White Rider the Mover, Middle-earth he did save;
\nThe victory was His with those that did brave.
\nWith errand now ended Mithrandir ascended
\nWhite Ship tall to sail West over wave.<\/p>\n

O Mithrandir sundered from us to that place of evermore;
\nYet long his tale will linger, long our hearts will soar.
\nAnd we who must remain will endlessly retain
\nFond memory of this Wizard from that Shining Far West Shore.<\/p>\n

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

THE PARTY TREE<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By: Cora H.<\/em><\/p>\n

In the land of Middle Earth,
\nThere is a haven called the Shire,
\nWhere people are wide of girth,
\nAnd wear colourful attire.<\/p>\n

Within this lovely place,
\nHobbiton can be found,
\nThere is no lack of space,
\nFor Hobbits live underground.<\/p>\n

Atop the hill where Hobbits reside,
\nI stand, tall and proud.
\nOn me little Hobbits love to hide,
\nAnd play beneath my shroud.<\/p>\n

Under my branches festivities are had,
\nWith much ale and food.
\nAnd no party could be bad,
\nWith Gandalf to lighten the mood.<\/p>\n

Fireworks go up from my hill,
\nIlluminating the sky,
\nEveryone can see the mill,
\nAnd the smoke rings floating by.<\/p>\n

Inside them all,
\nThere is much food and wine,
\nThey all dance and have a ball,
\nUnder my verdant vine.<\/p>\n

They come to me to gather,
\nThey also come to eat.
\nThough in winter they would rather,
\nKeep warm their furry feet.<\/p>\n

My services have no fee,
\nWhen they come to call.
\nI will always be their party tree,
\nUntil I decay and fall.<\/p>\n

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

~ R I S E A N I G H T ~<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By: Nordvar Viridium<\/em><\/p>\n

Weeping and desolate, sad, so sad
\nFlayed is the loneliness of the mad
\nGorging upon the Age of the Undead.
\nThe darkest of days convulsing ahead
\nLight, the infidel, anchored damned
\nWeeping and desolate, sad, so sad.<\/p>\n

Defeat the last herder –
\nThus you can be the one in me,
\nTo feel what I’m about to dream,
\nAnd bleed what I’ve never seen.
\nThree stars to murder –
\nAway from light ordained to be,
\nTo see what life can never give
\nSo enshadow the hearts with grief.<\/p>\n

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

Returning Home; Thorin<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By: Eleanor D.<\/em><\/p>\n

Tonight is not the end;
\nTogether we defend
\nThe realm of hearth and home,
\nFrom which fools roam.
\nA lantern keeps alight,
\nSteadfast, warm and bright;
\nFor a fool’s return,
\nWe let the lantern burn.
\nOur foolish kin come back
\nTo find the home they lack.
\nLet them not forget
\nTheir wand’ring lessons yet.<\/p>\n

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

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