Distant Cries
Poem by: Aria Breuer
Disclaimers: All material from The Lord of the Rings book trilogy belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien; all material from the films belongs to Peter Jackson. Any original material, characters, and places belong to me, the authoress of this fan fiction poem.
This is a self-insertion poem. It is also a dream poem, connecting two dreams together, weaving them in a way that they become one story. One fanfic. This poem was critiqued by my beta-reader, Sauron Gorthaur, who I would like to thank for helping me with punctuation, grammatical errors, and typos.
Update: I wrote this poem and posted it in April 2011. My writing has improved since seven years ago. So, enjoy. :)
Hearkened, as if led by a distant cry
I heard the sounds of many pass me by.
In dreams, I was still awakened, if only so briefly
I could not recall much, nor could I find anyone
Who knew my name or heard the sound
Of light shining; awakened in full
All hues turned to a glowing, golden light.
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Somewhere in the distance, as if by a return cry,
Not knowing when or why a fell voice called
A Nazgûl nonetheless heard me.
What ill manner brought me to this plain country?
Was I still inside a dream? I must have been joking.
Of course this wasn't a joke, for the dream existed
Still in my mind, as if I had run away from all doubts and sighs.
As I stumbled amidst the plain ground,
Wondering where I was or who could hear me now,
That's when I saw a white horse with grey spots
Gallop towards me, as if it knew what pained me then.
I glanced up, and right as I saw him
He extended his arm, his hand, towards me.
So valiant and unreal it seems: what dreams will lead
People to places never before witnessed by mortal eyes.
If only I knew then where I would go now,
I never found out, but the last thing I remember
Before coming awake out of this strange dream
Was riding on the back of his horse's saddle
For I recalled his name was Frodo Baggins.
Thanks for reading. :)