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\"\"<\/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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Ambarussa<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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

I had a dream, little brother
\nA terror of the night
\nThat when Father burned the swan-ships
\nIn that fire dread and bright
\nYou had crept aboard
\nTo sleep over the waves
\nAnd that the flame-lit ocean
\nWas your grave.<\/p>\n

I woke, by icy panic
\nRobbed of breath
\nBut found you lay beside me, still
\nIn sleep, not death.
\nYour face, a mask of quiet
\nThat mine lacked
\nMore peaceful than I’d seen
\nSince fire-words sealed our pact.<\/p>\n

I was quick to Father’s oath
\nYou took it slow
\nSlow to farewell our mother
\nOr to go.
\nAnd when the others left
\nWe swore an oath
\nThat death would take us
\nNeither one, or both.<\/p>\n

Gone is the hope
\nI clung to when we came
\nI guess not what downfall
\nOur breath will claim
\nThough death will have its due
\nFor our rash curse
\nWe’ll breathe our last
\nTogether, as our first.<\/p>\n

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

Th\u00e8oden’s passing<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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

As I lay here, body broken, bones shattered
\nI feel no pain.
\nI feel calm and strangely satisfied and at peace.
\nThe soft grass comforts me as I feel the the presence of an old friend. Death.<\/p>\n

Snowmane.<\/p>\n

My most trusted of friends!
\nHow far we have come to reach this, our moment of glory.
\nWill they remember how you smashed through spear and shield wall ?
\nWill they see how you never faltered or failed to rise to my demands?<\/p>\n

Snowmane.<\/p>\n

Broken now as am I and yet, in death, still my shield.
\nTirelessly you rode through feared wood and plain to bear me here.
\nWe broke the Haridrim ranks and took their Black Serpent banner.
\nMy friend, my companion, my protector.<\/p>\n

\u00c8omer<\/p>\n

Sister-son and blood of my blood.
\nI have led you to this place of death and destruction.
\nYou have not faltered or strayed to the whispers of false allies as did I!
\nTrue and fearless you are, as befits a Lord of the Riddermark.<\/p>\n

\u00c8omer<\/p>\n

Tall in the saddle you ride to lead the First \u00c8ored.
\nFierce and proud you have honoured our Kin and fulfilled our pledges and oaths.
\nKingly you are and King you will be, my beloved Sister-son.<\/p>\n

Aragorn<\/p>\n

Arisen we are, we riders of Th\u00e9oden!
\nFell deeds have been awoken to fire and slaughter.
\nSpear shaken and shield splintered,
\nA sword-day and a red day and the sun has risen!
\nNow at Gondor’s gate I lay here.<\/p>\n

Aragorn<\/p>\n

My eyes grow dim and Death stands over me.
\nI believe in you and kept faith with you, though you have yet to come.
\nBut come you will, though we parted in doubt at the Dwimorberg were you sought the Dark Door.<\/p>\n

Th\u00e9odred<\/p>\n

I see you there my son. Tall and proud and unscathed by the White Hand.
\nYes I will willingly walk with you to the Golden Hall of Meduseld to join our fore fathers.
\nFor I have killed the Black Serpent and regained my honour.<\/p>\n

Th\u00e8odred<\/p>\n

We go now in glory to join B\u00e8ma and Nahar in the everlasting hunt .
\nThere we shall ride in the warm sun and oceans of green grass and forever watch over our people and lands.
\nI am ready now.<\/p>\n

\u00c8owyn<\/p>\n

………………………\u00c8owyn?<\/p>\n

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

The Lay of King Brian<\/strong><\/h4>\n

from the heart and hand of<\/em>
\nVeracity O\u2019M.
\n<\/em>
\nAs Bilbo, so Brian
\nA man of comfort, conversation, and culinary interests
\nHe would of frequent occasion gather to himself
\nthose who were of like mind and likes
\nAnd on such times he told tales vere and feign
\nTales of heroes, of maidens, of imps and animals
\nHe sang oft of the fairy realm whence he journeyed
\nMany miles, many days, hardships and heartwarmings
\nFilled his time and his travel\u2014of those he sang
\nTo brothers, sisters, their children and his
\nAnd upon a magic fiddle he put forth his music
\nMusic to conjour dreams, images fair and fantastic
\nMusic to move the heart, well the eye, enchant the mind
\nMusic, it is said, to coax animals of skills fantastic
\nTo come close for conversation and company
\nDragons, unicorns, pegacorns, and pegapigs
\nHazirim that would dance and swoop in the heavens
\nAnd on the right note, would light close at hand
\nAnd listen, and look, and laugh
\nAt his friends and at his tales
\nIt (the fiddle!) has come to this humble brother of his
\nAnd from his hand it was set among the most valuable things
\nFound on earth or in heaven
\nCome if you would, and try your hand
\nAnd see if from the sky you could coax to your side
\nDragons, unicorns, pegacorns and pegapigs
\nBut, if you can, make sure you have tales fantastic to tell
\nAs King Brian, whom we all miss so well.<\/p>\n

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

A Legend from Times Forgotten<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by: Quimey DA
\n<\/em>
\nNeither sword nor bow
\nCould tell the fate
\nOf those lands that
\nWhere under moon, and under spell.<\/p>\n

\nThe brightest steel, of mighty spears
\nCould not undone, what had been made.
\nThe kingdoms there, they felt the doom
\nAnd fear then, filled all their souls.<\/p>\n

\nFor It was made with malice great
\nThe heart so dark, in turmoil burned.
\nThe other one deceived and slain
\nHis name preserved, beyond the times of mortal lands.<\/p>\n

\nHe looked for it, no rest no sleep
\nHis army bound to the oath they took
\nTo fear the One and to serve Him
\nBehind the walls, and towers dim.<\/p>\n

\nIt called him loud, He could not hear
\nBut swift as wind, nine horses sped
\nTo lands unknown, in quest for it
\nTo look for him who stole the fire
\nAnd wields the wicked, almighty power.<\/p>\n

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

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