I thought I would put up a poem of mine and see what you thought of it. I do Lord of the Rings poems in case your wondering, so here goes:
The Riddler
In Mountains roots and in dark halls,
The riddler sits beside the falls,
A boat upon a forgotten lake,
An island of the riddler's make,
In shadowed waters he sits alone,
In darkened hall of mighty stone,
A hand drifts on the waters calm,
A fish he catches in his palm,
As dark as darkness, save two bright eyes,
Long ago left the clear blue skies,
He lives now on that darkened lake,
But never a ripple does he make,
Goblin he eats whenever he can,
Or dwarf or elf or even man,
He sits alone in this dark hall,
Waiting for his prey to call,
The riddler sits upon a lake,
A ring he holds of evil make,
All who enter his darkened home,
Shall leave as nothing except bone.
It is about Gollum in the Hobbit.
Ere the lands of wood and dale,
Up the mountains dusty trail,
Into the dark where light is gone,
Where never the golden Sun has shone.
Goblins hide behind the walls,
‘Till the dark of night does fall,
Many a traveller gone astray,
Shall never again see light of day.
Many a year it stood alone,
Once home to dwarves, those halls of stone,
Much fame it brought in Durin’s reign,
Until the rise of Durin’s Bane.
here is a disclaimer poem I though up a while ago. I use it for my Lord of the rings fanfictions on Fanfiction.net.
I do not own Lord of the Rings,
I do not own that many things,
I do not own an elf or tree,
These things that were not meant for me,
I do not own them now, I did not own them then,
Not now, not then not ever again,
I do not own the words I say,
I do not own that much this day,
I do not own my house,
I do not own a mouse,
I do not own Lord of the Rings,
I do not own the rights to anything.
"there's only one way to win a war: shout, shout, and shout again!" - The Duke of Wellington ((Blackadder - Stephen Fry))
03-16-2004 04:11 PM
