{"id":98454,"date":"2015-06-25T23:18:10","date_gmt":"2015-06-26T04:18:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=98454"},"modified":"2015-06-26T05:17:45","modified_gmt":"2015-06-26T10:17:45","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-23","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2015\/06\/25\/98454-the-great-hall-of-poets-23\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"BoromirReadingYeats_Rev\"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!<\/p>\n

If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to\u00a0poetry@theonering.net<\/a><\/em>
\nOne 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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A cry from Orthanc<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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

Orthanc 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~
\nOrthanc 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~
\nOrthanc 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~
\nOrthanc 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~
\nOrthanc 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~
\nOrthanc 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~
\nOrthanc 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~
\nOrthanc 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~
\nOrthanc 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~
\nOrthanc 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

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 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

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

Once again there\u00a0were a number of wonderful poems submitted for June, Mithril and I had a really hard time narrowing it down to\u00a0just four.\u00a0\u00a0So a very big thank you to everyone who sent them in. You can see\u00a0all of them here, in our Great Hall Archive<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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