Disclaimer: Middle Earth and its denizens are Tolkien's, not mine.



(This collection of seven related sonnets (in a very loose meter) is based on episodes in the Silmarillion.)



The New World



In fruitless journeys I now find

The world of death encircled round.

New lands there are, but old in kind –

The Western route no longer found.

The Isle of Kings, where once I stood

Halfway 'tween Paradise and earth –

Reward for faith and bought in blood,

For mortal kind a second birth –

In pride rebelled, a ban did break,

The Eldar's deathless fate to claim.

In wrath cast down, yet from the wreck

A handful spared begin again.

I watch Elven ships slip from the quays

Straight Path to sail, return to Elder Days.