Here I plan to archive a portion of my poetic scribblings - specifially, those concerning LOTR. I hope that you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
Moria
There is a place as dark as dark,Darker yet of late:
In there I fear that orcs you'll hear
Before you reach the gate,
And
if you manage to get through
And live to tell the tale,
The
place you'll see when you come out
Is called the Dimrill Dale.
Long
ago the dwarves lived there,
They
delved so long and deep,
But in their greed they dug too far
–
Waked evil from its sleep.
There
is a place as dark as dark,
Moria, its name -
Elvish names it
"Blackest Pits"
Of never-ending flame.
More coming soon. Thanks for reading!
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