Rise of Durin
An intake of breath, the sight of the sun,
Aule put life back in my lungs.
Into the shadows my ruined body stayed low,
Waiting patiently for the time to grow
Kin by my side, blood back in their veins,
My heart will not rest, till the bastards are slain.
Ages pass without wondering eyes,
Lurking in places where danger they'll find.
The dragon is gone but the enemy still near,
Dwarves still scattered, defeated and hiding in fear.
Our time will come where their fear shall die
along with the orcs, goblins and spies.
For I knew my secrets would someday unfold
The truths of our identity long foretold.
Rumours of my name believed to be dead
will travel in whispers of excitement and dread.
Saddened and defeated hearts long dormant shall wake
With beats of pride, a strong urge shall take.
Their leader will rise from the dirt and gravel
From the devastation the last battle provided.
The last battle of five, last no more,
For Durin's son's live on, to claim back Erebor.
Hey guys :) I did something a little different and wrote a poem.
Basically it's after BOTFA and little does Middle Earth know that the Heirs of Durin are far from dead :) And this poem is describing their rise to unleash absolute hell.
I hope you liked it. I have not watched BOTFA yet simply because I don't want it to end so maybe that's why these words popped in my head. But anyway... leave a review to tell me what you thought about it and thanks for reading :) xx