Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Lord of the Rings, nor do I claim any part of it. Only the frustrated hours (isn't it sad?) put into this sonnet and the sonnet itself belong to me. The likeness to LofR is... I don't know. You figure it out.

Another note: It sounds weird... it's in sonnet form. The rhyme and rhythm were already set. Personally, I think it sounds unnatural (5 stresses? not 3, 4, 6, or 7... 5), but that's my opinion. Thank you for reading this. Please leave me a review! ~Kuri dancing_raine@yahoo.com


To the Fallen Kingdom...

The moonless night sustains the gliding mists
that dance and swoon around a cloak which holds
a figure hidden by cloth and clouded wisps
and face concealed within the shadowed folds.
In cape of gray and hand on hilt he frowns
with dreaded awe towards the barren land
and lets a single, sorrowed tear drop down
from eye to ground, amidst the windswept sand.
The land once green with fruitful life stands bare
of joy or cheer. But left with cries of pain
of loss from winds of days once calm and fair
and so did turn the shadowed man, for shame
did wreak a grief-filled void within his breast,
and left in silence, head upon his chest.