Post by darkaus on Aug 23, 2007 19:07:27 GMT -8
Fate of Minas Morgul
(Lord of the Rings poetry, Fanfiction)
No banners wave at Morgul now…
No legions walk its ramparts wide.
No Nazgul’s call does pierce the night,
For all is sunk, in blackened tide…
When the flood into Mordor came,
It drenched the fires, and swallowed their light.
Within the pass of a single night…
A creeping ocean laid its claim.
Tis’ said, the city twice was slain,
When Sauron fell in flaming pain,
And when no fell-beast did remain,
An unknown silence glazed like ice.
Another death did Morgul die,
When un-fleshed walked, its icy lay.
And stone by stone it did decay..
It’s eerie glow, seen without eyes.
…The corpses lay, upon its steps,
Behind the walls, upon the floors,
Below the waters rippling waves,
Behind the cold and rotted doors.
You’d guess perhaps this news was fair?
That evils symbol passed away?
Alas for tell you now I must…
That evil died, with good that day.
Good’s sacrifices put to scorn,
With no Dark Lord upon the throne,
Mankind inherited all lands, and in that seat, they placed their own.
The hobbits fled, the dwarfs with them,
Retreating from a hostile land.
The wiser creatures went with them…
The world was now a world of men.
Within the citys haunting walls,
They hid and wept their bitter tears,
The time would pass, years follow years…
And still again did Morgul lie,
Unseen by any mortal eye.
...No living dwell in Morgul now,
Yet one shade walks its ramparts wide.
His helm of terror bent in pain;
He wishes he could also die.
The sea grass blows, about his hand,
Which will a mace, lift, no more.
He looks through the cold to the dammed lands.
And whispers,
“What was all the fighting for?”
(Lord of the Rings poetry, Fanfiction)
No banners wave at Morgul now…
No legions walk its ramparts wide.
No Nazgul’s call does pierce the night,
For all is sunk, in blackened tide…
When the flood into Mordor came,
It drenched the fires, and swallowed their light.
Within the pass of a single night…
A creeping ocean laid its claim.
Tis’ said, the city twice was slain,
When Sauron fell in flaming pain,
And when no fell-beast did remain,
An unknown silence glazed like ice.
Another death did Morgul die,
When un-fleshed walked, its icy lay.
And stone by stone it did decay..
It’s eerie glow, seen without eyes.
…The corpses lay, upon its steps,
Behind the walls, upon the floors,
Below the waters rippling waves,
Behind the cold and rotted doors.
You’d guess perhaps this news was fair?
That evils symbol passed away?
Alas for tell you now I must…
That evil died, with good that day.
Good’s sacrifices put to scorn,
With no Dark Lord upon the throne,
Mankind inherited all lands, and in that seat, they placed their own.
The hobbits fled, the dwarfs with them,
Retreating from a hostile land.
The wiser creatures went with them…
The world was now a world of men.
Within the citys haunting walls,
They hid and wept their bitter tears,
The time would pass, years follow years…
And still again did Morgul lie,
Unseen by any mortal eye.
...No living dwell in Morgul now,
Yet one shade walks its ramparts wide.
His helm of terror bent in pain;
He wishes he could also die.
The sea grass blows, about his hand,
Which will a mace, lift, no more.
He looks through the cold to the dammed lands.
And whispers,
“What was all the fighting for?”
