Note:
This poem I wrote after watching at least eighteen hours of the LotR trilogy plus all of it's extended features. This is an original poem, but I do not own anything LotR...that belongs to Tolkien. Reviews Welcome!
Hope of Men
Forged in solid state
Silently it wais very still
Through the trees, darkness come,
for green glades and hills
Once it all was good
There was not a breath or a sound
Along came a token of hate
The hate spread and it bound
Fire and water purged
Many were lost to the shadow
But hope rose in the west fold
And prayed for a good morrow'
Where once a great line stood
A Force now stands once more
To challenge the hate and its master
To knock at the gates of Mordor
Of Fellowship and courage
Where you stand on what you know true
Hope of Men rises
What hope carries you?
