Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
- J.R.R. Tolkein
Caverns Old
To seek, To find above cavern's stone,
Down deep, buried deep with treasures of old,
Tis hard to say how old it be,
Apart from cavern old,
Past charm's and spell's through potion waterfall,
Down deep, buried deep treasure of old.
White Dragon, Blind Dragon,
How will thee we pass,
With shakers and clangers we scare thee back,
For a Gold and Beauty yet, tis stained with a blackhearted soul,
Down deep, buried deep treasure of old.
Hot to touch, they multiple,
Burring you deep so, as to crush you dry,
Down deep, buried deep treasure of old,
White Dragon, Blind Dragon guards the cavern of Gold,
Watch out look out, remember what your told,
Down deep, buried deep with treasures of old.
Run, hurry there is no place to hide,
Down deep, buried deep where be treasure lie,
Upon the Dragon you leap,
Together to freedom you fly,
From down deep, buried deep where be treasure lie.
Not all who wander are lost.
-J.R.R. Tolkien
I
Some say, I walk without purpose or meaning,
Whist others say, I walk because that is all I know,
Well, then, Let me tell you.
I do not walk without purpose,
I do not walk because I'm told,
I walk this line between who I am and who I could be,
I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur heir,
I am Harry son of James called Prongs,
Who am I at this moment?
I am not lost in my wander,
I am lost in my wander,
I do not know the path a head,
I cannot see it,
I am blind to it,
Yet, whom am I to tell?
I am called upon for a task,
I do not wish it for me,
I must do the task at hand,
I and I alone can grasp the hand,
I am chosen,
Be it fate, or be it chance?
Some say, I walk without purpose or meaning,
Whist others say, I walk because that is all I know,
But,
Who am I at this moment,
Yet, whom am I to tell,
Be it fate, or be it chance,
The road is yet to tell.
Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or secret gate.
-J.R.R. Tolkien
Harry
On the run at seventeen,
Who be you to call me naïve?
Not every one you see,
Has a calm easy destiny.
Hither there, Tither there,
Is that all I need to bear?
I am young, that you see,
Fallowed by a company.
If fate be destiny,
Where is the path it leads?
All alone, do you not see,
That which I aught to be.
Where the path it leads,
That I do not know.
Be it fate,
Or destiny.
"I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil."
-J.R.R. Tolkien
Snape's Ponder
He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
When each petal falls I ponder,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
To whom is she referring,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
To whom are the petals for,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
Is it I or is it him,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
That self acclaimed stuck up,
He loves me,
Who thinks himself so superior,
He loves me.
To whom dose she refer,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
Not I not I that be true,
He loves me not,
Not I not I,
He loves me not,
She is like her name a lily,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
Beautify to behold,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
I wish for her to know,
He loves me not,
But,
He loves. . .
No not so,
I am the Half-blood Prince,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
Yet have not a clam to the throne,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
Should she except me,
He loves me
Would she except me,
He loves me not,
Know to late she's gone,
The last petal falls,
It dries and curls up,
Tuning to dust as the cool wind of autumn arrives,
A tear falls down my face,
For the lily shall bloom no more,
Though the wind still whispers softly like her voice,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
That I shall never know.
"It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing."
-J.R.R. Tolkien
The Battle is Done
The Battle has ended,
It is finish,
Finally, I may rest my weary limbs.
Yet the horrors are not finished,
The Phoenix must still cry it's song,
A low slow lament to those who have fallen.
Rest may be peaceful,
After the battle has been won,
But, I now better the healing has yet begun.
Sing low, sing slow,
Steady and true,
Yet wavier, ever wavier for the fallen few.
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