Upon the bridge.
Alone on the bride he stood
Using all the power he could
Fire and shadow both came
Ai! A Balrog, Durin's Bain!
Elendil! Cryth Aragorn,
But he soon would morn.
Gondor cries Boromir,
But he did not know the fear.
The servant of the secret fire
Knew the hour to be dire.
Wielder of the flame of Arnor
Saw that he could do no more.
Hidden in darkness, burning malice
Deep in the Dwarv's secret palace.
The dark fire would not avail
He would not come to dimrill dail.
Gandalf, olorin, Mithrandir
The fellowship did hear
Cry his last as a pilgrim grey
No mortal would see him that day
"You cannot pass!" he said
"You cannot pass" Near was dread.
Into the bridge his staff did strike
And broke as if on a spike.
Broken was the bridge, the horror fell
Down to the abyss, close to hell
Yet ill fortune came to him there
His wisdom fell from being fair
Pulled with his foe,
He tells them to go.
"Fly you fools!" came his cry
And so it was, that he did die.
Oh, Mithrandir, pilgrim grey!
An ill choice did fall on you that day
And for thee there will be no tomb
But ye shall lie in Khazad dum.
Joel Cornah
2004
Alone on the bride he stood
Using all the power he could
Fire and shadow both came
Ai! A Balrog, Durin's Bain!
Elendil! Cryth Aragorn,
But he soon would morn.
Gondor cries Boromir,
But he did not know the fear.
The servant of the secret fire
Knew the hour to be dire.
Wielder of the flame of Arnor
Saw that he could do no more.
Hidden in darkness, burning malice
Deep in the Dwarv's secret palace.
The dark fire would not avail
He would not come to dimrill dail.
Gandalf, olorin, Mithrandir
The fellowship did hear
Cry his last as a pilgrim grey
No mortal would see him that day
"You cannot pass!" he said
"You cannot pass" Near was dread.
Into the bridge his staff did strike
And broke as if on a spike.
Broken was the bridge, the horror fell
Down to the abyss, close to hell
Yet ill fortune came to him there
His wisdom fell from being fair
Pulled with his foe,
He tells them to go.
"Fly you fools!" came his cry
And so it was, that he did die.
Oh, Mithrandir, pilgrim grey!
An ill choice did fall on you that day
And for thee there will be no tomb
But ye shall lie in Khazad dum.
Joel Cornah
2004