Moria – A Poem

by Feb 3, 2002Poetry

Moria, here, the place of silver halls,
The place of golden ceilings,
The place of seven stars and seven rings,
Moria the place of Durin fair a king.
Here he lies, still dead, still sleep,
his crown it lies in Mirrormere til the day
when he awakes again,
Moria the place of friendship, the place of Mellon,
Where wealth is not considered in gold,
nor of jewels,
Moria, the place of true silver, Moria’s silver,
Dwarf’s true wealth Mithril.
Where words of welcome on the door
are writ in runes of Feanorian.
Moria, where secrets lie forgotten from
their Masters,


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