Ode To Tolkien

When I read his heartfelt words,

I can almost hear his very voice,

Whispering softly in my ear,

Painting the fate of his characters true.

I fall in love with such wonderful heroes,

Weep for them, for joy and sadness,

Reach out for them, to touch their faces,

Yet they are always just out of reach.

I thank him as he looks down upon us,

For the world he opened up to me,

The characters that I know so well,

The fiction that we base upon them.

I let it known, my adoration,

Respect for this man with a vision so pure,

The creator, the God of Middle Earth,

The man to whom so many tears belong.