Moria
Disclaimer: I own squat. Mr. Tolkein's decendants and New Line own everything.
Author's note: It's 3am. Am I sleeping? No I'm writing flippin' poetry! Please let me know if my insomia is worth anything. *g*
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It called those who entered 'friend'
But there was no welcome in it.
It bade them to enter,
But the door was barred.
Once in, the Watcher appeared
And there was no turning back.
Into the dark
Into the gloom
Where naught stirred
Not air; not dust.
Naught stirred,
Not yet.
But it was felt,
In the air, in the gloom, in the soul
It was felt.
The long dead lined the halls
Their bodies lay strewn about
Throughout the once mighty city,
A mute warning of what lay there
In the dark
In the gloom
Where naught stirred.
Moving quietly as shades
They traveled through,
Careful not to wake the dead,
Careful not to wake what killed the dead
But not careful enough.
One small stone
Heralded the avalanche;
It was coming.
As they passed through the great halls
The shadows grew darker
Grew malignant
And the tumor spread.
It was coming.
They came to the tomb,
And there was no way out.
The shadows were coming
And there was no way out.
It was coming.
The shadows emerged
The shadows engulfed
And the company fought
They fought the shadows
Fought with all they had.
It was coming.
They fought back the shadows
And opened a way out.
They raced through the halls
And the shadows chased.
They raced to escape Death
But it was coming.
Coming,
Coming,
Coming.
The shadows fled.
It was here.
A great darkness
Cloaked in flame
It choked the air
It choked hope.
The company fled
But it followed.
Billowing smoke and flame
It followed
To the last bridge.
There the wise stood ground
Stood between the company
And the doom that followed.
It could not pass,
It did not pass,
Try as it may.
And there it fell,
Fell down into the deep,
Taking the wise down with it,
Down into the deep
Down,
Down,
Down,
Into the deep.
The company fled.
Disclaimer: I own squat. Mr. Tolkein's decendants and New Line own everything.
Author's note: It's 3am. Am I sleeping? No I'm writing flippin' poetry! Please let me know if my insomia is worth anything. *g*
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It called those who entered 'friend'
But there was no welcome in it.
It bade them to enter,
But the door was barred.
Once in, the Watcher appeared
And there was no turning back.
Into the dark
Into the gloom
Where naught stirred
Not air; not dust.
Naught stirred,
Not yet.
But it was felt,
In the air, in the gloom, in the soul
It was felt.
The long dead lined the halls
Their bodies lay strewn about
Throughout the once mighty city,
A mute warning of what lay there
In the dark
In the gloom
Where naught stirred.
Moving quietly as shades
They traveled through,
Careful not to wake the dead,
Careful not to wake what killed the dead
But not careful enough.
One small stone
Heralded the avalanche;
It was coming.
As they passed through the great halls
The shadows grew darker
Grew malignant
And the tumor spread.
It was coming.
They came to the tomb,
And there was no way out.
The shadows were coming
And there was no way out.
It was coming.
The shadows emerged
The shadows engulfed
And the company fought
They fought the shadows
Fought with all they had.
It was coming.
They fought back the shadows
And opened a way out.
They raced through the halls
And the shadows chased.
They raced to escape Death
But it was coming.
Coming,
Coming,
Coming.
The shadows fled.
It was here.
A great darkness
Cloaked in flame
It choked the air
It choked hope.
The company fled
But it followed.
Billowing smoke and flame
It followed
To the last bridge.
There the wise stood ground
Stood between the company
And the doom that followed.
It could not pass,
It did not pass,
Try as it may.
And there it fell,
Fell down into the deep,
Taking the wise down with it,
Down into the deep
Down,
Down,
Down,
Into the deep.
The company fled.