_The Battle of Helms Deep_
We plan and prepare in the daylight
For the battle soon to come
Our army is three hundred,
Against ten thousand strong
Théoden, King, says the Keep will hold
Even against such a vast attack
As long as we defend
But am I the only one to see
Death at our doors-
Just waiting,
Waiting for a chance to come in?
It is true the Keep held before
Against previous attacks,
But these aren't just mindless Orcs
These Uruks have a plan
They're an army bred for just one goal
They've only one purpose
To destroy the race of Men
They don't fear pain,
They don't fear Death,
They only live to kill
And here we are,
Trapped
Like targets all lined up,
Just waiting for their arrows
To pierce our Human flesh
Night arrives and darkness falls
And we sit waiting,
Anticipating
The battle yet to start
We sit in the dark
Silent,
Listening
For the sounds of the Uruk Hai
For an Uruk horn or an Uruk war cry
We wait for hours but hear nothing, only
Silence
Then a horn blows, but not an Uruk's,
Not an Orc's
We run to see who they are
The Elves have come
They've come to aid us
Their sharp senses and keen aim
They live and die for old alliances
We once again stand side by side
The Men and Elves stand abreast
Along Helms Deep's outer wall
And wait
Our wait is not a long one
The Uruk Hai's march can be heard
And soon they arrive
They stand completely still
But metres from the outer wall
A looming silence falls
Between enemy forces
Between the Men-and Elves-
Gazing down at their foes,
And the Uruk monsters-
Ten thousand distorted, mutated creatures-
Staring back,
Returning the Death Glare they receive
I glance down, they're all here
Ten thousand dark, shadowy, figures
Silhouetted against an already black background
The rain soon falls
Washing away the silence,
Like it does the cold sweat
Cooling my already clammy flesh,
And clinging my tunic to my back
The rain falls
And yet, they remain still
Still as statues, still staring
Then suddenly the tension is broken
Like a bowstring-stretched, then cut
An Uruk's howl of pain I hear
Before the thud of his falling corpse
Echoes in the Deep
An arrow loosed from a Man's bow
Killed the Uruk with just one blow
The Uruk leader releases an earsplitting roar
And so the battle begins. . .
We plan and prepare in the daylight
For the battle soon to come
Our army is three hundred,
Against ten thousand strong
Théoden, King, says the Keep will hold
Even against such a vast attack
As long as we defend
But am I the only one to see
Death at our doors-
Just waiting,
Waiting for a chance to come in?
It is true the Keep held before
Against previous attacks,
But these aren't just mindless Orcs
These Uruks have a plan
They're an army bred for just one goal
They've only one purpose
To destroy the race of Men
They don't fear pain,
They don't fear Death,
They only live to kill
And here we are,
Trapped
Like targets all lined up,
Just waiting for their arrows
To pierce our Human flesh
Night arrives and darkness falls
And we sit waiting,
Anticipating
The battle yet to start
We sit in the dark
Silent,
Listening
For the sounds of the Uruk Hai
For an Uruk horn or an Uruk war cry
We wait for hours but hear nothing, only
Silence
Then a horn blows, but not an Uruk's,
Not an Orc's
We run to see who they are
The Elves have come
They've come to aid us
Their sharp senses and keen aim
They live and die for old alliances
We once again stand side by side
The Men and Elves stand abreast
Along Helms Deep's outer wall
And wait
Our wait is not a long one
The Uruk Hai's march can be heard
And soon they arrive
They stand completely still
But metres from the outer wall
A looming silence falls
Between enemy forces
Between the Men-and Elves-
Gazing down at their foes,
And the Uruk monsters-
Ten thousand distorted, mutated creatures-
Staring back,
Returning the Death Glare they receive
I glance down, they're all here
Ten thousand dark, shadowy, figures
Silhouetted against an already black background
The rain soon falls
Washing away the silence,
Like it does the cold sweat
Cooling my already clammy flesh,
And clinging my tunic to my back
The rain falls
And yet, they remain still
Still as statues, still staring
Then suddenly the tension is broken
Like a bowstring-stretched, then cut
An Uruk's howl of pain I hear
Before the thud of his falling corpse
Echoes in the Deep
An arrow loosed from a Man's bow
Killed the Uruk with just one blow
The Uruk leader releases an earsplitting roar
And so the battle begins. . .