This is another poem in the light series.

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Light lights.

It is everywhere.

But in Moria.

The shadow dwells.

We traveled.

Many days.

Cold and dark.

Not safe here.

By Balin's tomb.

He read aloud.

In the dark.

Many drums pound.

We see orcs.

Black and scary.

Coming for us.

In the dark.

We run towards.

Promised light.

But one falls.

The shadow claims him.