In the meadow he walks
Faster and faster above the stalks.
Then rage now higher
Sets all afire.
The peace of a looming mountain
Enveloped by his fires’ fountain.
What was green is now as charred
As yesterday’s borrowers barred.
And he quickens his quick
To devour the already thick.
And swooping heat engulfs those
Who embrace the seed he sows.
For the whole of Earth left behind
And light forbidden in its shine.
For darkness here is without such light
And life no more in darkness bright.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.