{"id":83206,"date":"2013-11-25T03:59:47","date_gmt":"2013-11-25T08:59:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=83206"},"modified":"2013-11-25T04:05:34","modified_gmt":"2013-11-25T09:05:34","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2013\/11\/25\/83206-the-great-hall-of-poets-4\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"BilboReading\"Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans.\u00a0 Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, you can read all of the poems that we received here in our Great Hall of Poets<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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

If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you’d like to share, then send it to poetry@theonering.net<\/a>. One poem per person may be submitted each month.\u00a0 Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in.\u00a0 TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.<\/em><\/p>\n

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The Decision of Elves<\/h4>\n

by Master Ninja Wizard<\/p>\n

I long for the trees,I long for the waves,
\nI long for the leaves,
\nI long for the spray.
\nI am an Elf in a world of Men,
\nwith their towers of stone and prison dens.
\nBut where to go; should I fly to home tree?
\nOr heed the gulls’ calls and depart for the sea?
\nAs an Elfling I frolicked amid bark of grey,
\nBut my forefathers are calling, “To the Havens, away!”
\nThey say the Sea is the best thing to be seen;shining in silver and aquamarine.
\nBut the beauty of sunshine through leaves is like jewels
\ncompared to the cold, murky touch of tide pools.
\nO what a decision!
\nO what a debate!
\nBut lo! the Sun sinks in the West; it is late;
\nSo after the night
\nperhaps I’ll have a direction
\nin which to take flight
\nin search of perfection.<\/p>\n

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Faramir<\/h4>\n

by Taniya<\/p>\n

White wind swallowed up the clearest of dawns
\nAnd Faramir stood alone on the precipice of his city<\/p>\n

Beneath him were the sounds of fear, the curtailed weeping of an imminent loss
\nHe knew it was nothing but the close flapping of Death’s wings descending over him lower and lower<\/p>\n

Above him stood the White Tree of Gondor in the Court of the Fountain
\nShining arms and shields flashing, flags unfurled in the might of the deadly wind<\/p>\n

Earlier he had stood before his father
\nHe had been mocked for his honesty
\nTold on his face he was wrong not to have brought the One Ring to Minas Tirith’s safety
\nBoromir would have done better, he wouldn’t have succumbed to his own character
\nBut would have thought only of the resurrection of his pride, the rekindling of Gondor’s famed history and line
\nBut Faramir hadn’t,
\nNow he wondered if he was weaker than his brother and father
\nWhy wasn’t he ever not in love with power?
\nA strange fluttering broke out within his silvered chest
\nIncompetent, fearful of consequences, a coward for his father
\nA brief, humiliating shadow of his brother’s glory,
\nHe felt so incredibly defeated
\nHe bowed his head and stood at a defining moment
\nHe made his biggest mistake;
\nReturned to his palace, broken by a Southron arrow and the Black Breath
\nThe Nazgul had seemingly finished the weakest link in Isildur and Anarion’s city<\/p>\n

But they hadn’t<\/p>\n

But not knowing it, it was Denethor’s last straw
\nHe set alight his half-alive son on a last funeral pyre
\nMaddened with grief, betrayal and his own ingratitude
\nSenseless with rage and fear he cursed at the fire
\nBut he was thwarted in his macabre efforts by Gandalf and Peregrine Took
\nWho couldn’t prevent Denethor from burning to his own doom
\nBut they had saved Faramir
\nAnd with time and the care of Aragorn and the eventual love he found in the Rohirrim-lady, Eowyn
\nHe soon became what he had lost;After the battle and all the celebrations and the honour,
\nFaramir had thought, silent and to himself
\nGood did come of what he had done long back
\nLetting Frodo go and not succumb to his own greed
\nHowever disguised, however sweet it then seemed
\nHe had defeated the blackest of forces on could slay
\nThe ones that torment from the inside
\nGhastlier than any which ride on storm or sea
\nHe had slain his own evil
\nAnd had peace within<\/p>\n

And now forever, as long as he lived.<\/p>\n

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