Disclaimer: I don't own Gandalf.
Notes: Written on the first day of school. Boredom is such wonderful inspiration to write, no?
The Grey Wizard
Smoke rises gently
In the air,
Dragons, rings and
Maidens fair.
Ships sailing through
Light smoke rings,
From Grey Wizard,
Crowner of Kings.
Sitting out on
Garden Bench,
Round green door
And picket fence.
Stooping shoulders,
Grizzled hair,
Dark wood pipe,
A gimlet stare.
Bent grey hat,
A gnarly staff,
Weathered skin,
A ready laugh.
Valar-made,
Eternal life,
Charged with keeping,
The world a-right.
Gandalf,
Storm Crow,
Mithrandir,
Ill winds blow.
Many names,
Over the years,
Many deeds,
Of blood and tears.
Into darkness he fell,
For the sake of the Ring,
For the rest to survive,
He gave everything.
He rose from the dead,
Robed all in white,
To challenge the darkness,
With the force of the light.
The Ring destroyed,
He sailed away,
Over the sea,
Where dolphins play.
The tale of the Wizard,
Has come to an end,
And here by the fire,
I'll leave you, friend.