Powerful
Gandalf came
from far away
His hat was pointy and his cloak was grey
His
eyes twinkled with life
A face etched in happiness and
strife
One day he fell into shadow
He went were the Company
could not go.
Tears were wept long and hard
For this wonder who
traveld with them far.
How could they go on?
Without this
man that had been in song?
Gandalf the grey was dead.
Without
him, they just fled.
Far beneath the earth,
His eyes were
empty of mirth
He defeated his foes
but no one knew where he
would go.
He fell into deep sleep
Far above where his
friends had begun to weep
He fell out of memory and time
His
friends didn't know he was becoming more sublime
He was being
sent back
To get this mission on track
He needed to finish what
he had been sent for
To defeat the enemy of Mordor
One day
he arrived back,
His friends knew him not, for his cloak he
lacked.
He showed his old face to his friends
and they knew
they haven't reached the end.
His cloak was white and not
grey
but his eyes still shone that day
The tears wept went to
joy instead of sorrowful
because Gandalf had become more powerful.