My first poetry, please be nice.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Lord of the Rings.
Through the fire
And through dusk
There lay light
Out of the dark.
Fighting evil and wars
Where you find all the gore's.
Seeing a sight so pitiful
It will never make you feel resentful.
Climbing mountains so high
Where you can reach up to the sky.
Traveling so far
Following the very brightest star.
Carying a ring so powerful
It keeps you so weakful
Using all your strength
To run at a long length.
Fighting an army of orcs
That look like dorks
Aid comes to you
And eagles screech as they flew.
You gaze into the fire
With the ring exposed filling your desires
Throwing the ring into it's doom
Making every evil going to its tomb.
Everyone cheers on a victorious day
And everyone crowds your way
Becoming a hero to Middle Earth,
So that's the end of your work.
I think it's funny when I called orcs 'dorks', it seemed like a good idea to me somehow. :p