There is something in the wind...
Here on the battle ground, Where the dead may be found, Dead men's wishes are asked, And by the wounded the plea masked, And by sword point judgement passed.
About where I would go, if I had the chance
my take on what lay after the war of the ring
you're bound - to enter that kingdom once more
tale of the forging of the Elven rings, and of the One ring by the dark lord....
Tolkien's mythos diffused into my own - an example
Tip the hat to Frost - all in good jest!
The lonely meadows of silence
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow if I can,
In the grip of some entity... That's here the insurmountable scourge of Durïn... Khazad-Dûm !
My little Brother wrote this for an assignment after they had read "The Hobbit" in class