A/N: Another poem; just my thoughts and appreciation for LotR and Middle-earth. I'm sure some of you feel the same way.
Escape To Arda
I walk in silence
Down murky hallways filled with people
All talking, laughing, crying.
No one notices.
They are all wreathed in smoke—dim, far away
And it's so dark in here.
I don't belong.
But I know how to escape.
Brush through the leaves,
And now I'm traveling in the Old Forest,
Climbing Redhorn, all in snow and wind;
I'm defending a mighty fortress,
I'm speaking to trees,
Crossing marshes and gazing in a Palantír.
I pass through Torech Ungol
To Orodruin in the dead plain.
I am in the Tower of Guard,
In the woods of Lórien.
I travel with elves and men and hobbits.
Ah! Now I am where I belong.