One Last Time
Rating: G
Genre: General
Summary: Treebeard's little song to the Hobbits about their walk to Isengard.
A/N: This a little poem I wrote when I couldn't sleep. This is a revision of my old one…it was some grammatical errors and such at first, but I ended up adding and writing in a lot more in. Slight sonnet form…only there's not a rhythm scheme…and it's 16 lines…but 15 of them have the 10 syllable rule!! All right, so it's not much of a sonnet. ^__^
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Hoom, Hummm,
A wildfire has roused in our hearts,
Our leaves trembling while we sing our songs.
The Entmoot is growing; all Ents are coming;
Chestnut, Oak, Birch, Fir, Mahogany, Elm,
Root and Branch! Follow us! Come with us all!
Rage flickers in our ancient eyes…To Isengard!
Ready to bring the Black Stone on its knees,
Ready to seize what was taken from us,
Ready to find what was once lost from us.
Come, young Hobbits from the Far Western land,
Hole-Dwellers of the Shire, you tell us.
Look ahead to see what you'll never see
A year, a century, an age from now
The forest of Fangorn is moving now.
And this will mark the Last March of the Ents.
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