The West
Where now the stag and the hunter? Where is the arrow once flying?
Where are the trees in the forest, and the deep leaves lying?
Where is the light of the fire, and the young wolves crying?
Where is the song and the silence, and the swift wind sighing?
They have passed like sun on the water, like hawks in the sky;
Their voices have lain down in the wood under the eaves to die.
Who shall weep by their graves, with blind eyes, kneeling,
Or embrace the ephemeral and turn away, healing?
Shifting
How morn unfolds the sleeping bud, and springtime wakes the seed,
How evening opens tigers' eyes and sends out bats to feed,
How sunlight shapes the cooling shade, and darkness stars creates,
So silently, so subtely, a change of heart takes place.
These poems are not based on LotR, but use exact rhyme schemes from two of Tolkien's songs in the books. Hope you enjoyed them - let me know and I'll write more.