Title: The Paths of the Dead
Author: Ravenmerc
Rating: G
Genre: The Lord of the Rings
Classification: Poetry
Summary: A brief poem about the history of the path and the oath-breakers.
Disclaimer: The Tolkien Estate owns it all. I just own a six year old Saturn wagon named Spike. No money is being made; no money is changing hands. (And besides, money doen't have hands! g)
Author's note: Gee, here it is, half-past two in the morning and I'm writing poetry. What a surprise. g I was going to do a poem about Aragorn and the Grey Company's trip, but I got to wondering if there had been some legends of the Path on the Gondor side of the door, so I ended up with this instead. Please read and review. :-)
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O hear the tale,
That makes men quail,
Of those their word foresworn,
For it is said,
With evil they wed,
And goodness did they scorn.
In ages old,
Shadows fell cold,
Throughout the land and sky.
Mountain men vowed
With words, then bowed,
To be Isildur's ally.
But when he called,
They all withdrawled,
To mountains did they flee.
Secretly they'd
Another pledge made
As Evil's devotee.
Elendil's heir,
Followed them there,
Their lives he did then curse,
No rest they'd know,
For body or soul,
Where ever they did disperse.
In there they'd stayed,
Their lives did fade,
But their souls had no peace.
Their home they'd kept,
No living they'd accept,
Save he who could they release.
Beware the path,
The Erech Stone hath,
The dead there do keep it.
When the dead ride,
All stay inside,
'Til dales are all sunlit.
Author: Ravenmerc
Rating: G
Genre: The Lord of the Rings
Classification: Poetry
Summary: A brief poem about the history of the path and the oath-breakers.
Disclaimer: The Tolkien Estate owns it all. I just own a six year old Saturn wagon named Spike. No money is being made; no money is changing hands. (And besides, money doen't have hands! g)
Author's note: Gee, here it is, half-past two in the morning and I'm writing poetry. What a surprise. g I was going to do a poem about Aragorn and the Grey Company's trip, but I got to wondering if there had been some legends of the Path on the Gondor side of the door, so I ended up with this instead. Please read and review. :-)
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O hear the tale,
That makes men quail,
Of those their word foresworn,
For it is said,
With evil they wed,
And goodness did they scorn.
In ages old,
Shadows fell cold,
Throughout the land and sky.
Mountain men vowed
With words, then bowed,
To be Isildur's ally.
But when he called,
They all withdrawled,
To mountains did they flee.
Secretly they'd
Another pledge made
As Evil's devotee.
Elendil's heir,
Followed them there,
Their lives he did then curse,
No rest they'd know,
For body or soul,
Where ever they did disperse.
In there they'd stayed,
Their lives did fade,
But their souls had no peace.
Their home they'd kept,
No living they'd accept,
Save he who could they release.
Beware the path,
The Erech Stone hath,
The dead there do keep it.
When the dead ride,
All stay inside,
'Til dales are all sunlit.