First poem in this forum

Discussion in 'Fan Poetry' started by darkdragon, Oct 11, 2003.

  1. darkdragon

    darkdragon The Black Prince

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    When you look into the eyes of a Hobbit you'll see, hopes and dreams, and maybe, two in a tree.

    With hope and fear and food in a sack, are Frodo and Sam who don't know their way back.

    When all seems lost, and the journey so grim, we hope that the sequel is soon to begin.

    So keep your head up high, and you voice real soft, because the sequel is comming and it's really not that far off.
    --By Darkdragon
     
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    ElvenArcher New Member

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    I have a poem! I need to write it firdt and work out some stuff in it but you'll see it soon enough.
     
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    Just finished writting my poem! here it is.
    WARNING! its pretty long.

    The Men brang swords,
    And the Elves brought their bows.
    With the might of steel,
    They would defeat their foes.

    The task was that simple,
    Nothing could go wrong.
    Until the Orc brought out their weapon,
    Their master, Sauron.

    The hearts of Men and Elves,
    Sank lower than the seas.
    Many warriors brave and strong,
    Nearly fell to their knees.

    With one single swing,
    Sauron brought many to their doom.
    The king of Gondor to was struck,
    And he bled to death, far too soon.

    Isiildur his son,
    Rushed to his fathers side.
    He lifted his head,
    And he sat down and cried.

    Sauron approached him,
    But Isildur did not linger.
    With his fathers sword, Narsil,
    He cut off Saurons fingers.

    One of his fingers,
    Bore a magic ring.
    And it then belonged,
    To Gondor's new king.

    The dark lord Sauron,
    Was then defeated.
    All the Orcs that were fighting,
    Immediately retreated.

    All the Men and Elves,
    Shouted out with glee.
    'Now', Isildur said,
    'The rings power is for me.'
    THE END