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A Poem For Mr. Brandybuck |
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by Kori Lewis |
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I
sit in Rivendell In
its entire splendor I
stand in awe of its beauty But
even that does not take My
worry away My
cousin lies ill Because
we failed to protect him I
get to run around in the sun While
he lies in a bed unconscious Halfway
between life and death In
the realm of the Nazgul I
see him now, walking with Sam He
is back again and I can see the sparkle back in his eyes We
also see another familiar face The
face of a relative We
long have not seen The
five of us talk about days gone by It
is nice to be among friends Although
Happiness reigns here Sorrow
must take a firm grip The
council has been convened Nine
of its members Is
now a Fellowship They
have been called To
carry the ring To
Mordor, where the shadows lie To it’s beginnings in the fiery pit of
Mount Doom I
shall follow my cousin the bearer Because
I have promised before The
three of us shall stick together Along
with a dear friend The
way is tough But
we shall endure As
long as we have each other We
shall go on The
path is dark And
attacks come from all sides Our
leader has been lost But
in another the strength has been found To
lead us on We
have not failed yet We
stay amongst the trees tonight Some
feel unsure, others fearful She
went inside us all and tempts us To
see our proof of loyalty She
tempts me with the shire And
memories of long ago But
I know I shall follow him still My
cousin seems weighted Now His eyes no longer shine their
unusual brightness But
are dull and He no longer smiles Has
the ring started to affect him already? We
leave down the river And
are silent as the doom of decision Lies
upon our shoulders We
land at a beach far form the lady’s home My
cousin goes off to be alone But
is gone for awhile too long We search for him and
find him taking leave of us Then
I know what I must do I
distract those who are his enemies As
he hurries away And
get captured myself. As
I am carried off I watch As
the man who protected me Falls
under the weight of death And
I wonder… Did
I do the right thing?
This is Part three of the Fellowship Poems
Part One: The Ring Bearer's Token Part Two: Spells of Magic, Spells of Tokens, a Poem for Boromir
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