Palantir's Vision
by lordoftheringsfanficreader
City of white, burning in smoke,
Filled with dread and terrified folk.
The city's in flames, it's ready to fall,
Vines of evil climb up the walls
In the midst of the torture, the battle, the gore,
A courtyard sits in front of a throne room door.
And in that courtyard, a white tree stands
The tree of Gondor, the symbol of the land.
Its roots are thirsty, dry branches crack and split
Fire crawls nearer, the White Tree is lit.
With a flaming trunk and igniting wood,
It's the forboding sign of evil versus good.
Author's Note: I wrote this short poem a looong time ago, and just recently found it buried in a flood of other random documents here on my computer. I was feeling in a Lord of the Rings-y mood, so I deliver it to you. :)