Thorin's Company

Additional Stanzas to: The Song of Thorin

Thorin's Company

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek those things our fathers hold.

Our fathers lived in halls and caverns erst
Devoured by flame, of fates the worst
By fire-drake, his fire awake
And our revenge is surely nursed.

Through stone doors thick, through stone halls wide,
Through room and stores, secure inside
In days of yore in Erebor
Until the dark rose like a tide.

We wrought in gems and stones and gold
We made marvels such to behold
As still in song for homes we long,
Yet most our deeds remain untold.

Our skill was great, our craft supreme
Our weapons sharp, our metals gleam,
We had no fears, for many years,
So fair those days and ages seem.

Far over the misty mountains stark
We dare the peril, and the way dark
We shall away ere break of day
And of our deeds all men shall hark.

Our forebears wrought with mighty spell
As many tales and true legends tell
For many lands, with cunning hands
In all we made, we wrought full well.

Palace halls, rooms of beauty bright
Rows of lanterns, bringing forth new light
In mountains deep, the living reap
To forge new marvels to please the sight.

Elves and men living above the earth
Know but little underwhere gave them birth.
Deep fatherland, dwarves understand
In life and love, in song and mirth.

Far over the misty mountains spare
We come to ransack even the dragon’s lair
We shall away by night and day
Nothing of blood nor wrath will spare.

Rubaiyat – Truth & Falsehood Uno


A half-truth is a lie. And a half-lie
Is true enough to dupe the heedless by.
How to discern between the False and True
Is meat enough for all Philosophy.

So what divides the Falsehood from the Truth?
Smooth words persuade and lies present as sooth.
Utmost discernment and the grace of God
Might part one from the other without ruth.

We guess, intuit much of what we know
Then about daily business on we go.
The currents of this world propel us on
And toss us as they will, both to and fro.

Failure isn’t final


Well failure isn’t final. Though it may give brutal shocks
With in-house course intensives and its own hard school of knocks.
For though the righteous fall – not once, but even seven times
They’ll rise again. And stumble on, to reach the goal betimes.

So lost your job? Got sacked? Or persecuted by your boss?
Work for another – or yourself. It’s bad – but no great loss.
Got backstabbed by a trusted colleague who was once your friend?
Well, burn the bridges. Such relationships were made to end.

Been disinherited by relatives who slandered you
By spreading far and wide some vile lies that were not true?
The money’s gone. And so’s the love they pretended to give.
So go and earn your fortune by yourself. You know: you’ll live.

Of course there’s pain and hurt-burn. And of course it isn’t fair.
It never is. What dodo thinks the world for you should care?
It doesn’t. And it can’t at all: its show of love is hollow.
So look beyond the world to find Someone worthwhile to follow.

Legends of King Arthur – Rebellion! Uno

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Divers and strong rebellious Lords
Dueled Arthur in the game of swords!
To the Barons the Saxons came
To put Logres to sword and flame.
King Arthur armed. King Arthur marched
To save London from being torched
By rebel-traitor named Colgrin
Who beaten off, lost many men.
Lord Colgrin fought before he flees
As round him he disaster sees
His levies – those alive – in rout.
From Arthur’s trap he scurries out
On horseback riding for the North
Ruing the day he had marched forth.
Arthur pursued him without pause
To quickly end the rebel’s cause.
Baldulf, Cheldric both bar his way:
No beardless boy will they obey!
King Arthur’s army arms and falls
Upon York town. Invested walls
By Arthur’s men leagued miles around.
The townsmen besieged hear the sound
Of catapult and mangonel
Whose missiles from the heavens fell
Crushing defenders underneath.
Lord Colgrin prays for some relief.

Lord Baldulf tried to raise the siege
Rebelling ‘gainst his lawful liege.
Might Arthur fight? King Arthur would:
And Baldulf’s vain advance withstood
In turn advanced and made attack
Forcing Lord Baldulf’s army back
Towards the coast with fearful slaughter
Lord Baldulf’s men backed to the water.
Baldulf that day he lives to rue.
Colgrin breaks siege. He flees anew
Southwards for refuge with his brother
Hoping one might save the other.
Cheldric brings Saxon warbands
To bar the king, against him stands.
They battle over field and plain.
The Saxons fight – but fight in vain.
They skirmish over hill and dell
Saxons their lives they dearly sell.
The rebels fight. The rebels die.
Lord Cheldric sees. In misery
He there decides to end his life
Amidst the striking battle-strife
And plunged into a host of foes
Fights to the last as down he goes.
Weary of death by day and night
The Saxons weary of the fight.
Lord Cheldric dead. Why are they here?
Their resolve fainted into fear.
Baldulf fights on. His eyes are hard
But Baldulf’s live is now ill-starred.
He makes a last desperate attack
But enemy spears thrust front to back
Baldulf lies dead, by shafts impaled.
His rebellion had also failed.
Colgrin is left. His men advance
Charging on horse with leveled lance
They surge o’er plan and over hill
To seek their king – and him to kill!
King Arthur watches and he sees.
His sword from scabbard deftly frees
With mounted men he bravely rides
To cut off Colgrin from both sides.
Cavalries meet. The horses plunge.
Lances are thrown. The swordsmen lunge.
Horses are down. Men underneath
Pull down more riders to the heath.
The battle steed with iron hooves
Strikes powerfully. The man who moves
Too slow is left cut down or dead
Too frequently without his head.
Those who withstand the battle-shock
In close melee now interlock
In deadly blows of hand-to-hand
Over the plain unwooded land.
King Arthur wields Excalibur
With awful force. Its skirling blur
Of steel shatters shield and helms
And slicing armour overwhelms
All enemies. Arthur divines
Lord Colgrin in the battle lines
And quickly surges to advance.
Colgrin sees him and takes his chance
To end it all, to end it here.
For what is death? Nothing to fear.
Excalibur like burning light
Circles too fast for mortal sight
Lord Colgrin looks up with surprise
One last time with his hate-filled eyes.
Excalibur his helmet cleaves.
Colgrin’s black soul his body leaves.
The rebels dead. Most Saxons slain
Whose bodies litter all the plain.
Survivors flee – they are but few
Who must be forced for peace to sue.
They’re penned up quickly in a wood
With some water, but little food
In part of forest Caledon.
But King Arthur knew he had won.
The survivors he close beset
Royal patrols slew all they met.
The king’s archers infest the trees
To pick off all the men they please.
Those few now left capitulate
Before death too becomes their fate.
They kneel before the king and swear
Against Logres to never bear
Their arms again. The king’s command:
They shall return to their own land.
Soon by boat the Saxons leave.
Arthur has bought his land reprieve.
He has withstood the latest test.
Now time to heal, rebuild, and rest.

King Arthur’s army soon disbands
Most make return to farms and lands.
While others rest, the king cannot.
So on the way to Camelot
He with Merlin deliberates
How best to defend his estates
How best to build, how best to plan,
Amongst his lords who is the man
To watch and who the man to trust?
The king thinks on such things. He must!
To watch. To wait. To grow. To ward.
Complacency kings can’t afford.

Yesterday Today Tomorrow

Yesterday Today Tomorrow

Today looked out with seeing eyes
Quizzical. With laughter kind.
Expressive of an active mind
That’s seeking to becoming wise.

Yesterday’s a looking-glass.
Its memories ope like a book
To be consulted if we look
Explaining why now comes from past.

But larger does tomorrow loom
Ball-gazing possibilities
Of choices, options, which we seize
For future times to judge our doom.

Jobless Duo

Jobless man

Just look into his hollow, listless eyes:
And recognise the shadow of a man
Whose soul feels death by inches. Realise
A man was made to work. And when he can
He’ll rise above himself. But when jobless
His very soul to pieces falls apart.
Not all at once: but slow. This man, hapless,
Tries hard – at first – his career to restart.
With every curt rejection, interview
Gone nowhere: see his hopelessness increase.
He first tries hard. But as the lucky few
Get jobs – and he does not – at last he’ll cease
And slip into a silent, brooding grave
Of grim despair close binding him in chains
More real than fettered steel. So what can save
Man from himself when naught of hope remains?
Only a miracle – which man can’t weave –
Can grant the jobless man a last reprieve.