{"id":104046,"date":"2017-09-27T01:41:01","date_gmt":"2017-09-27T06:41:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=104046"},"modified":"2017-09-27T01:41:01","modified_gmt":"2017-09-27T06:41:01","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-49","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2017\/09\/27\/104046-the-great-hall-of-poets-49\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>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\u00a0Great Hall of Poets<\/a>.<\/p>\n

So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!<\/span><\/p>\n

If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to\u00a0poetry@theonering.net<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>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.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Last Horn Cry<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by:\u00a0Laurelindorenan<\/em><\/p>\n

Beside the river last he stood
\nPierced by arrows, wet with blood
\nHis great horn rang
\nThe orc bows sang
\nThose he protected screamed his name
\nHe called for help, but no help came.<\/p>\n

And far off, under forest eaves
\nHis brother wept beneath the leaves
\nThough dark was deep
\nHe could not sleep
\nFor every time he closed his eyes
\nHe heard again the wild horn cries.<\/p>\n

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

The Cautionary Tale of Bartolo Boffin and the Great Barrow <\/strong><\/h4>\n

by:\u00a0Braag Son of Balin<\/em><\/p>\n

The tale I tell today \u2018tis true
\nOf a Ne\u2019er-do-well who came to rue
\nThe day he set out from the shire
\nWith dire plans did he conspire
\nTo ferret out a fortune far from farms where up he grew
\n(In fact, his friends were far and few..)<\/p>\n

Bartolo, a Boffin born
\nA bully whom the Baggins scorned
\nWas a trial to kith and kin
\nFor sins too sundry to begin
\nAnd so at 33, out he was tossed and none did mourn
\n(Not even Uncle Bingo was forlorn\u2026)<\/p>\n

Rather than soil his lazy hands
\nA daring deed instead he planned
\nTo raid the Tomb of Othrongroth
\n(At tales of the dead, he\u2019d often scoffed)
\nAnd live a life of leisure laced with loot that he would land
\n(Think Furry Toesies in the Sand\u2026)<\/p>\n

So he set out \u2018cross the Marish
\nSwam the River (nearly Perished!)
\nHauled from Dock, and crawled cross Buckland
\n(Quaffed a few brews from a Pub he ducked in)
\nSteeled with Liquid Courage to face Forest Old and scarish
\n(In fact, it was nightmarish!)<\/p>\n

In fevered dreams he finally emerged
\nFrom frenzied forest fears discouraged
\nBut he knew that he\u2019d found the Barrows
\nAnd harrowing cold seeped in his marrow
\nAs he shied from shambling shades reciting dirges
\n(Poor pathetic Perian, beset by scourges!)<\/p>\n

At last at mighty Othrongroth
\nEdain Burial Mound of Wroth
\nHe hesitated on the doorstep
\nNo riches could compel one more step
\nAnd amid his dark despair, he turned his eyes aloft
\n(And on the air, faint echoes of a warming whistle waffed\u2026)<\/p>\n

A whistle heard now clearly keened
\nStronger still and pure and clean
\nAfore the wound of Othrongroth
\nIt brought memories of his family\u2019s croft
\nA soft and gentle touch of home serene
\n(and suddenly he knew how stupid he had been!)<\/p>\n

But before he could turn away
\nA shade of Cardolan\u2019s dismay
\nScreamed and reached to draw him in
\nLights fury flashed amid the din
\nAnd he felt his mind slipping away
\n(A feeling he sore remembers to this day!)<\/p>\n

When at last his wits he found
\nHe descried two eyes a-twinkling down
\nSmiling at his form supine
\nUpon the banks of the Brandywine
\n\u201cYou Halflings sure find trouble by the pound\u201d
\n(and o\u2019er the hills the odd man capered with a bound)<\/p>\n

So Bartolo staggered home that day
\nA hobbit changed in most every way
\nHe joined the Bounders burly band
\nAnd always gave a helping hand
\nNe\u2019er again to speak of his journey\u2019s way
\n(But the hair on his toes was ever more white than grey!)<\/p>\n

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

Heir of Durin<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: Brianna Lynn<\/em><\/p>\n

Dark the light that burneth now,
\nDeep within his soul
\nPain he feels and grief he bears
\nNo more can he be whole.<\/p>\n

The strongest yet may wither,
\nBut firm still does he stand
\nFace to the wind and back unbent
\nAn image of long gone glory grand<\/p>\n

No crown there is upon his head
\nNo robes or throne nor kingly bed
\nYet stern his visage now declares
\nThe place of king which he now bears.<\/p>\n

None can turn his steps or will
\nAnd ever he seeks vengeance still
\nThis doom upon him now does lie
\nTo find peace at last only to die.<\/p>\n

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

To view all the poems submitted this month and previous months click here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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