Occupation
Part 1
By Hippy Hobbit
The terror first came in the dead of a night
The four pups slipped off with a great weapon of might,
They took it away so that their land would stay pure,
No evil could corrupt it, they thought this for sure.
But the darkness still came, tho' the weapon was gone,
Evil used the land as a safeguard, so if the plan might go wrong,
They'd still have some power; they still could strike home,
Killing off the soul by first taking the bones.
The cubs didn't know, for too busy were they,
Saving the world, saving the day,
Meeting elves and men, and even a dwarf,
2 got in trouble and began to morph,
Growing taller and taller, after drinking a funny wine,
But through all the peril, the good and bad times
They still thought towards home, on back to the Shire,
With a love and devotion to feed 1000 sun's fires
The formed their own pack, a Fellowship of nine,
While back at home grew a pack just as fine,
To ward of the evil the pups never thought would come-
But it slipped through the back and had the guard's necks wrung.
It came so quick, but cautious overall,
And the only who noticed was the smallest of small
The tiny little mutt, alone he was born,
His years were so few, but his eyes- old and forlorn
He was beautiful and kind in his own quiet way;
But his thoughts were always elsewhere, his mind often strayed.
He had heard the screams of Death, on the night his kin-pups left the den,
And recorded all strange sightings, with the help of a dear friend.
A she-wolf, who's hearing was ever so keen,
And she could eavesdrop on conversations without being suspected or seen.
The other from her litter had one day gone missing,
So the little one took her to him, instead of going fishing.
A big male wolf, larger than most,
He was frightened and ranted about seeing a ghost
He'd seen the pups on the day they had gone,
And he'd even meant to be part of their throng
But Death steered him away, Death made him cry,
And he'd sent tides of foes out into the sky.
Most of the others refused to believe that Sin had come that day,
They knew that their home would not falter, decay,
But the little pup and the she-wolf too,
Knew in their hearts that that big male spoke true.
The little pup went to warn those he knew,
Who would trust him surely, would believe him- through and through,
But when he got there, to his dismay,
He found that they believed the others, the ones who said 'nay'
He walked slowly back home, a pain in his heart,
The ones he'd had closest to him had called him a tart.
They'd refused to believe that what he said was just,
Hurting his pride, to the point that it'd bust,
But when should a greater trouble appear,
A man, a Hunter, condemning the pup's worst dreams and fears.
The Hunter held a bow right to his head,
Said if he moved, he'd surely be dead,
The pup didn't whimper, he hardly did whine,
As the Hunter spoke, laying down the line.
The pup limped on home, early next morn,
Eyes black and bruised, leg bloody and torn.
His pack viewed him over, asked him what had taken place,
He looked at them dully, then said, with a smirk on his face,
'You wouldn't believe it, but 'tis a fact,
Our dear beloved home is under attack.'
Part 1
By Hippy Hobbit
The terror first came in the dead of a night
The four pups slipped off with a great weapon of might,
They took it away so that their land would stay pure,
No evil could corrupt it, they thought this for sure.
But the darkness still came, tho' the weapon was gone,
Evil used the land as a safeguard, so if the plan might go wrong,
They'd still have some power; they still could strike home,
Killing off the soul by first taking the bones.
The cubs didn't know, for too busy were they,
Saving the world, saving the day,
Meeting elves and men, and even a dwarf,
2 got in trouble and began to morph,
Growing taller and taller, after drinking a funny wine,
But through all the peril, the good and bad times
They still thought towards home, on back to the Shire,
With a love and devotion to feed 1000 sun's fires
The formed their own pack, a Fellowship of nine,
While back at home grew a pack just as fine,
To ward of the evil the pups never thought would come-
But it slipped through the back and had the guard's necks wrung.
It came so quick, but cautious overall,
And the only who noticed was the smallest of small
The tiny little mutt, alone he was born,
His years were so few, but his eyes- old and forlorn
He was beautiful and kind in his own quiet way;
But his thoughts were always elsewhere, his mind often strayed.
He had heard the screams of Death, on the night his kin-pups left the den,
And recorded all strange sightings, with the help of a dear friend.
A she-wolf, who's hearing was ever so keen,
And she could eavesdrop on conversations without being suspected or seen.
The other from her litter had one day gone missing,
So the little one took her to him, instead of going fishing.
A big male wolf, larger than most,
He was frightened and ranted about seeing a ghost
He'd seen the pups on the day they had gone,
And he'd even meant to be part of their throng
But Death steered him away, Death made him cry,
And he'd sent tides of foes out into the sky.
Most of the others refused to believe that Sin had come that day,
They knew that their home would not falter, decay,
But the little pup and the she-wolf too,
Knew in their hearts that that big male spoke true.
The little pup went to warn those he knew,
Who would trust him surely, would believe him- through and through,
But when he got there, to his dismay,
He found that they believed the others, the ones who said 'nay'
He walked slowly back home, a pain in his heart,
The ones he'd had closest to him had called him a tart.
They'd refused to believe that what he said was just,
Hurting his pride, to the point that it'd bust,
But when should a greater trouble appear,
A man, a Hunter, condemning the pup's worst dreams and fears.
The Hunter held a bow right to his head,
Said if he moved, he'd surely be dead,
The pup didn't whimper, he hardly did whine,
As the Hunter spoke, laying down the line.
The pup limped on home, early next morn,
Eyes black and bruised, leg bloody and torn.
His pack viewed him over, asked him what had taken place,
He looked at them dully, then said, with a smirk on his face,
'You wouldn't believe it, but 'tis a fact,
Our dear beloved home is under attack.'