The whispers of the Shepherds,
Fly through the silent wood.
The forests age old calm
Breaks where once it stood.
The crucial point has come,
The world hangs in the balance,
If they do not fight this day,
Do they stand a chance?
They hope for precious peace,
For their abode to be left alone,
But their white foe's black hand
Is already too well known.
Their comrades have been tortured,
Root, bark, limbs, and leaves,
A fury burns within them,
They will avenge all they grieve.
To war they march as fighters,
Unified facing death,
They would be the bane of orcs,
Until their final broken breath.
I really hope you enjoyed it. I wrote it last night and I have never written Lord of the Rings Poetry before despite the fact I am a complete LotR obsessive.
I've recently started sharing poetry and I'm struggle to know what is good enough and I'm hoping for a beta?
Anyway Please Review!