King of the Dead

The Paths of the Dead – Duo

King of the Dead

The Dwimorberg was haunted many said
For there began the Pathways of the Dead
Under the mountain. One who those paths dare
Should be a Dúnedain, Isildur’s heir
Else never more again he wind would feel
Upon his face that the darkness would seal
In endless deep, dark ways till failing sight
Wraps him about in dreamless, endless night.

The Dead waited the day when Aragorn
Came to the Dwimorberg one frosty morn
Daring the paths where now no mortals trod.
His dauntless will both men and horses-shod
Followed even into the ways beneath
Hard mountain stones to darkness underneath.
Dark paths they walked to follow Elessar
Through night to day behind their guiding star
Unto the Stone of Erech. Here The Oath
Recalled the old Oathbreakers to keep troth
And fight against Sauron this time. They came
Behind their Dead King: ghosts of flickering flame
In darkness wrapped they rode onwards. And fear
Turned mortals mad whenever they draw near.

So did The Dead all pirates overthrew
Black mercenaries crazed with terror slew
Each other in their madness. To the sea
They run to fling themselves and ever flee
The Dead whose advance retakes Pelargir
And all the ships resting at anchor there.
Only the slaves chained to the oars remain
Unable even to flee – but these regain
New life and freedom by the terrors spread
By the destruction meted by The Dead.

The battle done. King Elessar proclaims
The Oath fulfilled, atoned the ancient shame,
Full absolution for them is confessed
The Dead may now attain eternal rest.
The Dead King forward comes. He bows. He breaks
His spear. Then turns around and slowly makes
Return to Dunharrow where now in peace
The Dead lie down to rest. From that time cease
All hauntings in the Dwimorberg.

The King
Summons his subjects – and they, hearkening
Board onto pirate galleys, lately sailed
Against Gondor until the King prevailed
And north to Minos Tirith sped their way.

Spoke Aragorn: “To be a King this day –
To overcome or die battling the wrong
To perform deeds acclaimed in glorious song –
Such is the toil of Kings this day, indeed!
To dare all dangers – into battle speed!”

What else concerns the Pathways of the dead
Has long been lost, or so the wise have said.


The Paths of the Dead – Uno


They come! They come!
The Dead they come!
With flickering banners, muted drum
Armoured in fear, The Dead draw near!
By Erech’s Stone, here they atone
Remembered oath, eld days when loath
Isildur’s summons they refuse
Today by Erech they must choose
To obey summons. Rest in peace!
At last Isildur’s curse will cease.

They come! They come!
The Dead are come!
With flickering spears and sounding drum
The Dead appear and drawing near
They storm the ships at Pelargir
Driving the pirates to the sea
To drown – all who attempt to flee
Turn mad with horrors, torments, fear
As the oathbreaking Dead draw near!

They came! They came!
The Dead they came!
The Dead redeemed their tarnished name!
The King appears. Nor the Dead fears.
Twilight flickers on shadowy spears.
Their oath fulfilled. The Dead released.
At last! For when the fighting ceased
A sigh like many thousand leaves
In a dark forest as it grieves
For light lost, life gone: waxes, wanes.
All The Dead left the battle-plains
Where did all those dead spirits go?
No tale tells nor path will show.


Lost Stanazs from: West of the Moon, East of the Sun


Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate.
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

In secret lakes and hidden dells
Past towers where wizards chant their spells
Through dark caves delved deep underground
Where gems and mithril may be found
Go hidden paths that onwards run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

To mountain peaks that touch the sky
Home to the eagles’ eyries, I
Would walk upon the wings of air
To tread the winds and cloudy stair
On airy paths that onwards run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

Down covered deeps beneath the sea –
As oldest tales declare to be –
Past grottos where leviathans lay
Unseen by sunlight or the day
Via liquid paths which also run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

By farthest star in sable dark
Whose fires burn with eternal spark
On celestial roads that far return
To place unknown where comets burn
Paths through the Void that also run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

The seas are vast, the oceans wide,
And many wonders do they hide
In secret isles, forgotten lands
Obscure from men, on lonely sands
But through these oceans paths still run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

Tis time to go, time to depart,
Take courage, mortal beating heart!
The way is long, hard is the toil
Leaving behind fair Midgard’s soil
Traveling over hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

The One Ring

The One Ring

The One Ring

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die
One for the Dark Lord on his throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky
Of the three elements: Air, Water, and Fire
Celebrimbor forged for Elf kings to try
To protect their kingdoms, preserving their desire
Till the rise of Sauron near where Shadows lie.

Seven Rings for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone
To build seven realms each above dwarf-hoards of gold
Till the dragons came – lusting for wealth alone
Till Sauron resolves the Dwarf-kings would now be sold
And their rings reclaimed in where Shadows lie.

Nine Rings for kings of Men soon doomed to die
Númenoreans Black fast-ensnared by the One Ring
Down centuries as Ring-wraiths willingly
Serving none but the will of their Master – the Dark King
Of the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

One Ring to rule them all – thus Sauron’s will
One Ring to find them out – thus all betrayed
One Ring to bring them all – which is seeking still
One Ring to bind them all – for this twas made
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.


Gandalf’s Fall


Gandalf – why speak not when you fell
Into the deepest pits of hell
Down countless fathoms, miles deep
Among dark beasts that never sleep?
Where waters quench all fires hot
And nameless monsters lurk – long forgot –
Reside there since the world was made
Alone in sunless, airless shade.
Where, under earth, you grappled death
Hewing the balrog every breath
You remained in the cold and dark
Until it fled. What vital spark
Of life made you fix fast its heel
As up it went – no sense but feel
And touch remained! – ascending fast
The Endless Stair it reached at last
To burst out into open air
On Celebdil? How fought you there
Again until you cast it down
The balrog, wizard of renown?
Why is your fight unsung? Unseen
As though your toils had never been?

Say, Gandalf – when the mountain broke
Beneath the balrog dead, what spoke
You to the powers, to your kind?
What thoughts, what prayers went through your mind?
What hidden paths then did you walk?
Why of these mysteries won’t you talk?
How did your colour grey to white
Transform when you lay out of sight
All broken, powerless and spent
On Silvertine? What powers lent
You strength to come back from the dead?
Upon the eagle’s back you sped:
Sent back to us, new life regained,
But with so much still unexplained?

What wizards know, they secrets keep.
Some unwaked truths are best asleep.
Ride on White Rider – never rest
Until your toils with fruit is blessed
With victory over destroyed foe:
Then Gandalf shall be free to go
A condign reward he shall earn
And – at last – to the West return.