Author´s note:
Hi there!
I know it has been a while since I continued this, but here´s another chapter to this tiny and stumbling approach of creating poems about the Silmarillion. So here we go, the Elves have awoken and now they meet Orome, the Great Hunter of Valinor. Hope you enjoy this. Please drop a review, will you?
The Rider
Again it´s night, splendid and fair
My spirit´s caught in times gone byIt´s taken to these places where
The roots of Elvendom do lie.
I see their shapes in silver light
Their hair, their faces, all so fair
They have awoken in the night
With stumbling praise they´re now aware
Of their own lives as they were made
And plannéd all since time had come
And still their power´s far to fade
Like little children they claim their home.
They sing amidst the silver rays
Of glist´ning stars the Firstborn dwell
In ancient times, ere rise of days
In times of which this dream does tell.
But evil creatures creep nearby
Their fangs and claws are oft´ their fate
And now and then an Elf would die
Slain by the dark One´s creatures´ hate
And so the Firstborn dwell in fear
And fearsome is their splendid song
And mournful calls now reach my ear
When evil powers would get strong
The Elven maiden´s joyful tone
Their melodies amidst the rays
Will sometimes mingle with a woe
So full of mourn, ere rise of days.
But lo, alas, a rider´s come
Is carried by a mighty steed
He is a God from Elvendom
Who doesn´t know of Elven need.
The mighty sound of neigh and horn
Rings now amidst the nightly leaves
And full of fear and so forelorn
The Elves do hide amidst the trees
And full of wonder they behold
A fiery steed his master bears
A Valar is he, a spirit old
And full of pride his head he bears.
His eyes are fierce, his figure tall
His stallion bolds, under his hoofs
The earth does shake, the en´mies fall
Under his arrows and the hoofs.
He sends a call to heaven´s dome
Nahar, his beast, neighs full of might
His horn´s blast shakes the dark one´s throne
But then his stallion in this night
Then sences other beings there
And he stands still. His rider sees
Now fearful faces, faces fair
Of those that hide among the trees.
Behold, I see the Valar´s eyes
Ablaze in wonder, sees in rest
That here the Firstborns´ cradle lies
Of whom was spoken in the West.
The Firstborn whom the One has made
Up in his mind ere Eru´s will
Was yet unfolded, and their fate
is hidden from the half-gods still.
Don´t fear, he tells them and they stare
And wonder takes them, they behold
This mighty hunter standing there.
They know he comes from gods of old.
And he would lead them through the night
In wonder they would follow down
His white steed´s hoofs, his eyes´ fierce light
Now that their fear has been thrown down.
And so the Eldar walk these lands
And leave the place where they awoke
And so do I who understands
This is a tale that someone spoke
Whose mind has rested in these days
And who now tells it down on me
Who in his mind saw silver rays
Of stars and moon ere rise of days.
