{"id":115348,"date":"2022-09-27T07:43:49","date_gmt":"2022-09-27T12:43:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=115348"},"modified":"2022-09-27T07:43:51","modified_gmt":"2022-09-27T12:43:51","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-101","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2022\/09\/27\/115348-the-great-hall-of-poets-101\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"alignright size-full\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"265\" height=\"249\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/BilboReading-e1454044658470.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-81012 no-lazyload\"\/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"intro\">Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular 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\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Great Hall of Poets<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So come and join us by the hearth, and enjoy!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to\u00a0<a href=\"mailto:\/\/poetry@theonering.net\">poetry@theonering.net<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0One 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\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Long Roads<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\" id=\"block-49ab97ec-09be-4996-a455-bc0be760dc8a\"><em>by: Tom Frye<\/em><\/h6>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">The long road lies before you,\na far journey to reach your goal.\nMiles of endless traveling,\nbut take comfort, O weary Soul.\n\nThough you may seem from nowhere,\nWhere you stand and where you\u2019ve been\nIt\u2019s slow and steady progress,\nnot a race that you must win.\nAll short-cuts with little traveling,\nlead nowhere in the end.\n\nSo, if the road seems long, now.\nAnd the journey much too tough.\nRemember, gems and jewels,\nare cut from rougher stuff.\n\nAnd though it\u2019s quite a struggle,\nwith Apathy a constant foe.\nIt\u2019s the journey on the longer roads,\nthat helps your soul to grow.\n\nSo stay steady on your journey,\nand surely you\u2019ll succeed,\nand claim the golden harvest,\nwhere before were only seeds.\n\n\u00a9\nCopyright 1999\n   Tom Frye<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-medium\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"300\" height=\"267\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/12418910_1281311541885526_3854692372199897616_o-300x267.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-115349 no-lazyload\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/12418910_1281311541885526_3854692372199897616_o-300x267.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/12418910_1281311541885526_3854692372199897616_o-1024x910.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/12418910_1281311541885526_3854692372199897616_o-768x683.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/12418910_1281311541885526_3854692372199897616_o-180x160.jpeg 180w, https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/12418910_1281311541885526_3854692372199897616_o.jpeg 1440w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>~~ * ~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>\u201cThe Prophecy\u201d<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p>by: Caroline Flynn<\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Forth rode Earnil, last king of Gondor\nUpon the Witch-King of Angmar to make war.\nThere ensued a terrible fight,\nIn which the Witch-King appeared and showed forth his might.\n\nNone could withstand the terror of his onslaught,\nBut Earnil, undeterred, would have stood and fought\nHad not his horse fled, being crazed with fear\nWhen the Witch-King with a horrible cry drew near. \n\nThe Witch-King laughed, at what he saw as fright,\nBut then his eyes were stung by a blinding light.\nTurning his horse, away he sped,\nEven as he mocked, into the darkness he fled. \n\nHe who had subjected lands and realms to his rule\nAnd of Sauron\u2019s servants was the most feared and cruel,\nCould not withstand one who had beheld the Two Trees\nAnd walked in lands beyond the Sundering Seas.\n\nFor Glorfindel had come up from Rivendell;\nBright was his sword, his eyes fey and fell.\nHe who of old had grappled with Shadow and Flame,\nUnveiled his power, and with renewed might he came.\n\nAs Earnil rode back, chafing with anger and hate,\nGlorfindel, gazing into the dusk, foresaw the Enemy\u2019s fate,\nStretching far into the long years ahead. \nTurning to the captain, he withheld him and said:\n\n\u201cDo not pursue him \u2013 far off yet is his doom!\nAnd much more must be accomplished before the gathering of that gloom.\nNot by the hand of man will he be slain:\nRather, the unlooked-for will arise and be his bane.\u201d\n\nAnd so it was, that the prophecy was spoken,\nThough many years passed before it was awoken,\nDuring the great battles fought for the One Ring,\nAnd the Nazgul were sent forth, led by the Witch-King. \n\nDespair and darkness he spread, wherever he went,\nAnd the body of Theoden King apart he rent.\nBut then with an opponent he stood face to face,\nWho was unafraid of the unseen eyes and deadly mace.\n\n\u201cBegone foul lord of carrion!\u201d the clear voice spoke. \u201cLet him lie in peace!\u201d\n\u201cStand not between me and my prey,\u201d came the cold reply, \u201celse you will go to where there is no release.\u201d\nThere was sharp ring as was drawn a sword. \n\u201cNo living man may hinder me!\u201d laughed the lord. \n\nThus was spoken the prophecy of long ago,\nThe selfsame one spoken by his deadly foe.\nDoubt entered the Nazgul\u2019s mind as sun gleamed on golden hair,\nAnd he was reminded of Glorfindel the fair.\n\n\u201cNo man am I!\u201d a woman\u2019s voice returned,\nAnd in Eowyn of Rohan\u2019s eyes a fearless light burned. \nThe fell beast of the Witch-King reared up and rose, \nIts rider furious that anyone should dare him oppose.\n\nBut Eowyn leapt aside, and clove off the beast\u2019s head,\nAnd from the ruin rose the dark and deadly Dread.\nWith a mighty stroke he broke her arm and clove her shield,\nAnd it looked as though he would triumph upon Pelennor Field. \n\nBut in that hour Eowyn stood not alone,\nAnd in the darkness another desperate courage shone. \nFrom behind a sword pierced the sinews of the Witch-King\u2019s knee,\nAnd with a despairing cry, from his terror the world was set free.\n\nNeither swordsman tall nor warrior strong\nHad done this deed so worthy of song.\nOnly Merry the Hobbit, from the humble Shire\nOut of love had helped the maiden in her need so dire. \n\nAnd so it was: not by the hand of man did the Witch-King fall\nBut at the hand of a woman of the Golden Hall\nAnd by a dagger taken from the tomb of a barrow-wight,\nWound with spells for his demise, in that long-ago fight. \n\n~~ * ~~\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular feature 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