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The Battle of Pelennor Fields
Riding forth like the wind on a tall-grass meadow,
Tall Théoden, Proud King of the Mark,
Golden shield shining as the sun,
Clears the Storm of Mordor.
'Arise, arise, Rider's of Théoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
Spears shall be shaken, shield shall be splintered,
A Sword-day, a Red-day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!'
Great horn blowing, the Darkness lifted,
The King rides forth to battle,
His army follows. Hail! The long-awaited Knights of the Rohirrim!
Forefather's fury runs, the brave king rides,
Darkness removed, the Enemy waits,
And singing, the Fair Men kill foul orc, troll and fyelminotma.
But lo! A Shadow comes!
The Captain of the Dark Lord.
Once a Mortal Man,
One of the Nine to receive the Rings from the Lord of Mordor,
Now a Shadow, a Ringwraith, the Lord of the Nazgûl.
The Shadow returns now to the Fields,
And the Nazgûl Lord dove from his winged mount.
Brave Knights of Rohan soon lay slain all about Théoden,
But the King was not forsaken,
Young Derhelm strong, alone comes to his aid.
The Dark one dives, the Valiant King falls,
Young Derhelm sheds his helm.
Nay a man, but lo! A Woman sits tall in the saddle.
Tis the King's sister-daughter, Éowen the Fair.
In brave defiance, she rides toward the Fiend.
The Lord of the Nazgûl felt the sting of her blade.
No pain had he felt from any living thing,
For no Mortal Man could cause him harm.
Again the Evil One dove upon his prey.
The Lady blacked his deathly blow,
At the cost of her own shield arm.
The Nazgûl Lord wielded a black mace kill,
His arm poised ready for the deed.
Deathblow never falling,
The Wraith cries out in pain.
For again he feels the bite of steel.
The Fallen king's own esquire,
Meriadoc of the Shire, a halfling.
And thus the Great Lord of Wraiths,
Became the Goliath of old,
Meriadoc, the Hobbit, as his bane.
And thus, the Battle of Pelennor Field was at and end,
And the ultimate demise of the Dark Lord of Mordor,
The Evil Lord Sauron...
This was supposed to be a ten-line min. English assignment for our poetry segment. My teacher said I should post it. Please R&R
The Battle of Pelennor Fields
Riding forth like the wind on a tall-grass meadow,
Tall Théoden, Proud King of the Mark,
Golden shield shining as the sun,
Clears the Storm of Mordor.
'Arise, arise, Rider's of Théoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
Spears shall be shaken, shield shall be splintered,
A Sword-day, a Red-day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!'
Great horn blowing, the Darkness lifted,
The King rides forth to battle,
His army follows. Hail! The long-awaited Knights of the Rohirrim!
Forefather's fury runs, the brave king rides,
Darkness removed, the Enemy waits,
And singing, the Fair Men kill foul orc, troll and fyelminotma.
But lo! A Shadow comes!
The Captain of the Dark Lord.
Once a Mortal Man,
One of the Nine to receive the Rings from the Lord of Mordor,
Now a Shadow, a Ringwraith, the Lord of the Nazgûl.
The Shadow returns now to the Fields,
And the Nazgûl Lord dove from his winged mount.
Brave Knights of Rohan soon lay slain all about Théoden,
But the King was not forsaken,
Young Derhelm strong, alone comes to his aid.
The Dark one dives, the Valiant King falls,
Young Derhelm sheds his helm.
Nay a man, but lo! A Woman sits tall in the saddle.
Tis the King's sister-daughter, Éowen the Fair.
In brave defiance, she rides toward the Fiend.
The Lord of the Nazgûl felt the sting of her blade.
No pain had he felt from any living thing,
For no Mortal Man could cause him harm.
Again the Evil One dove upon his prey.
The Lady blacked his deathly blow,
At the cost of her own shield arm.
The Nazgûl Lord wielded a black mace kill,
His arm poised ready for the deed.
Deathblow never falling,
The Wraith cries out in pain.
For again he feels the bite of steel.
The Fallen king's own esquire,
Meriadoc of the Shire, a halfling.
And thus the Great Lord of Wraiths,
Became the Goliath of old,
Meriadoc, the Hobbit, as his bane.
And thus, the Battle of Pelennor Field was at and end,
And the ultimate demise of the Dark Lord of Mordor,
The Evil Lord Sauron...
This was supposed to be a ten-line min. English assignment for our poetry segment. My teacher said I should post it. Please R&R
