“RIde Forth!

by Jan 7, 2007Poetry

Horns sounding!
Ere the sun rises,
To battle we are riding!

Fighting all around us,
Fear may grip our hearts,
But the king is with us,
And he shall not depart.

Forward! He is crying,
Eomer� by his side,
Forward, for the red dawn!
Filling our hearts with pride.

Listen to the cries
Of our mortal foes,
Listen as they retreat
And we press on with mortal blows.

�Fight on!� our king is calling
�Make safe the city!� he cries,
But suddenly, a sound,
Druming!, we turn in suprise�

Could this be the end?
�Reform the Line!� he screams.
Now the horn is sounding,
And we rush to meet,

The dreadful Oliphants
The stomping foot steps sound,
Rattling our very bones,
As the dead fall down,

All around are dead,
And dying calling out,
The screams of fellow men,
As the livings shout,

But low! The tide is turning,
As one topples into the next
Could it be this stranger,
Durnhelm, this strange perplex.

But ere, how fear is griping,
And the city begins to fall,
Could it be were losing?
Will we head death’s call.

But listen as the sea calls,
The white shores,
past the gray Curtain
The villains have broken through the doors,

�TO me!� our king is crying.
But a horrid sound resounds,
And he’s thrown from his saddle,
To lay upon the ground

�I will kill you if you touch him!�
It’s Durnhelm who stands in his way,
For the Nazgul has come,
To kill the king, his prey.

�Fool,� he’s softly mocking,
and look, another man,
rises from the battle field,
to make an amazing stand

and look, unto the east,
their evil pirates come,
But low! Tis not all villainy,
But Aragorn, Arathorn’s son!

Yet, the Nazgul comes,
�NO man can kill me,� he says.
But, can it be that truly,
This Durnhelm is no man?

Yes, it is our lady,
And she fights still on,
Even as the Black breath comes upon her,
And her strength is gone.

Now, the foul king is dead,
But where lies our own?
He is lying on the ground,
His breath nearly gone!

Slowly, she crawls towards him,
A smile on his face,
As he sees his loved one,
In his dying place,

�I know your face,� he whispers,
�Eowyn, My eyes are falling dim,�
�No,� she whispers on
�I’ll save you, if I can.�

�My body is broken.� He murmers
�I go to my fathers, in whose
company I shall not be shamed,�
and his eyes grow dim, with the last breath he draws

Now, our hope is falling,
But only at the end,
For now, the end is drawing near,
And now we see a friend,

Aragorn has brought,
Allies from afar,
But they are not of this world,
And yet, they free the white star,

That is the beautiful city,
And the war has come to a close,
The field is strewn with friends,
And our fallen foes,

The city still burns in places,
But those will be put out,
As the living and wounded,
Scan the field of doubt.

They vanish on the wind,
The strangers from afar,
And now, look to the west,
Shines a brighter star,

So help us to rebuild,
And rebuild we shall,
On top of shattered dreams
We make a solemn vow,

That Gondor and The Ridermark,
Together shall be one,
Now and forever,
Ere the rising sun.


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