Disclaimer: I own nothing of Lord of the Rings...though it owns me.
A/N: I have been wanting to write this poem for the longest time...yay for me.
Grey Pilgrim
Wandering across empty lands
And some that are filled with gold
He teaches children far and wide
The stories they won't be told
His duty is to bring happiness
A peace among the storm
To shine his light in the darkest places
Wearing his tattered robes so worn
A backbone to the needy
A map to one who's lost
A father to a tiny lad
Who will never know the cost
Many who think they know him don't
And those who do won't tell
Just where he's off to come today
Or where he truly dwells
For none know the secrets
Of the highest of the wise
Or the stars that come to shoot themselves
For him into the skies
For if he ever shared his secrets
The enigma would pass away
Into the rolling grass of Hobbiton
And never see the light of day
His magic would diminish
His stature would die as well
And the Shire would no longer see
The beauty of his spell
The hold he has on children's hearts
And those of men alike
They would never understand his wonder
Or the edge he takes from strife.
-Melanie