Some More Fan Poetry

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Some More Fan Poetry

Postby Johnny Blaze » Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:50 pm

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Just thought I'd find a place to submit some fan poems I wrote ( the last LOTR forum I joined turned out to be a ghost town ).

Usually I go by the username of JAM, but the registration page informed me that name was already taken.

Back in a few minutes.

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Postby Johnny Blaze » Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:51 pm

The Doom Of Man

Listen, in the distance

Doooooom

Again, there it is
Dooom dooom

Sounding of the war drums
Doooooom
Movement on the horizon
Dooom dooom

Wait
Doooooom
Stand your ground
Doooooom

Doom doom
Doooooom

The final hour is drawing near

Hear the drums beat
Ground shaking beneath your feet
As if the very earth is coming alive
With a pulse of ten-thousand strong
Marching swiftly along
Without break in their rhythm
Or mistep in their stride

Fueled by hatred
From an insanity crossbred
Tormented existence, wretched, despised
Whips lashed against their backs
Hills blemished with rank and file tracks
As they continue pressing onward
In the chill of the night

Cold rain
Begins it's steady fall
As their front lines come to a halt
Beyond the great stone wall
And now the hour is here
To succumb to everything you fear
No choice but to make a final stand
Death has come for one and all

Together,
Elf and Man
Embrace the horror at hand
Fighting side by side
A testament to these dark times
As volley after volley
Of flaming catapult shot
Shatters, collapses towers
Upon bodies left to rot
Battlements overthrown
The fires raging hot
And on through the maelstrom
Beat the war drums

Doooooom

Dooom dooom

Doooooom

Dooom dooom

Retreat
Doooooom
The wall is breached
Doooooom

Doom doom
Doooooom

All the while the White Wizard laughs

As the Age of Men
Begins to come crashing down
In a miserable pathetic end
With nowhere to hide
The time has come now
For the Orc and Machine
Smashing the once legendary refuge
Into the mountainside
Fire undoing stone
Helms Deep has become overthrown
And on through the maelstrom
Beat the war drums

Doooooom

Dooom dooom

Doooooom

Dooom dooom

Doom
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Postby Johnny Blaze » Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:53 pm

Eowyn's Song

Running
I sprint
Dashing into war
Not in want to make a name for myself
Leaving such a fool's misguided folly
To the unrequited sycophantic

No opportunity for despair
Fewer moments to spare for melancholy
Unwavering is the gilded blade
I wield impossibly in the frantic

Charging through the collapsing lines
Fury of the axe upon tin shield
Flaming volley raining down
Everywhere around me on the battlefield

Dodging the poisoned tips of spears
Becoming painfully numb to my fears
As I watch yet another mother's son
Die within the prime of his years

A weaving of mist, ash and fume
I choke for breath in the woolen air
Draped across the plain as if a bloody wound
Nursed without any tender care

Too late for any promises to keep
As I venture deep into the foray
To find more of my kin
Have come to lay

Dead and broken
Their fate, an eternal sleep
Blanketed underneath this awful burial shroud
It takes everything in me to carry onward

Lamenting the fallen
And through the tears
I wail aloud

Now you shall taste
The deadly sweet kiss of my blade
Far from being a timid lass
I am no servant maid
The mold of my destiny
Long ago, it was cast
Forged for this battle now
I was made

And if I remain standing
When this darkness has passed
In the fleeting moments
Of your life, your very last

If your ego is that demanding
Take it as an insult to your pride

And wear it like a crown
On this very day
That you will have died

Under dawning sky
When the morning star comes around
You may shatter my bones, but I will not break
No swinging hammer shall ever bring me down
If any can

In a lifetime spent unafraid to die
And having lived quietly in the shadows of men
Now hear the rage in my voice, my battlecry
Hear it loud
Suffer me now

I am no man
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Postby Johnny Blaze » Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:54 pm

A Mere Trinket

Once biding the ages under water
Later coveted in the darkest of caves
Grinding a weak mind in a slaughter
Becoming master to the slave

Come to me my Precious
Hold it in your hand
Come to me my Precious
Such an ordinary metal band

Come to me
Yesssss
Come my little Master
Come to me
Yesssss
Walk just a little faster

See the gold reflected in your eyes
So cool the touch upon your fingers
As ancient madness vies for control
Of the Power that still lingers

Come to me my Precious
Try it on for size
Come to me my Precious
So beautiful are the lies

Come to me
Yesssss
Come to be my servant
Come to me
Yesssss
Feel righteousness so fervent

A mere trinket long forgotten
Having slipped out of history
Hear the whisperings of your name
Face the Eye burning in mystery

Come to me my Precious
How you disappear so easily
Come to me my Precious
Now bring it here to me

Come to me
Yesssss
Come bearing me this gift
Come to me
Yesssss
Forged in the molten rift

Come to me
Come to me
Come to me
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Postby Johnny Blaze » Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:55 pm

The March Of The Ents

From the highest winding branch
Down to the deepest gnarled root
To the furthermost wavering leaf

The decision is moot

Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot

Here no more are we for ourselves
We are off to help the little ones
And Men and Dwarves and Elves
Endured we have many moons and suns

Dating back to ages ancient
In this constantly changing world
Our existence is becoming rapidly spent
We come now with leaves unfurled

We are Ent

Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot

The wrath to avenge our planted
Friends of acorn, nut, and seed
Is a thing not to be taken for granted
Though we may move with little speed

And we may be torn of every limb
From biting axes sap may bleed
Tell the wizard we come for him
A warning he should seriously heed

We are Ent

Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot

From Fangorn we march, drawing near
To tear apart and smash and rent!
The largest cog, the smallest gear
Of the cursed black stone monument

Sorcery from Isengard may be our demise
Flood every trench, shaft and vent
Drive out Saruman the once Wise
To Sauron let this be the message sent

We are Ent

Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot
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Postby Johnny Blaze » Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:56 pm

Last Ride Of King Theoden

Black are the clouds
Stretching across the horizon
As dark as my dreams have been of late
If these are to be
The final days of Men
We shall make such an end of this fate

Sound the ralley horn, muster the Rohirrim
Fathers and Brothers
And as many sons as you can allow

Let the dark hordes know
That we will not suffer to fear them
We are the Horse Lords
And we are coming for you now

Ride swift
Towards ever certain doom
And ruin

Ride hard
Not for want of glory
Or with false pride

Ride now
For the peoples
Of Middle Earth

Into battle
For what is most surely
Our last ride

Onward to Minas Tirith
To join our brothers in arms
And lend our spears to the service of Gondor
If these are to be
The final days of my reign
Then so be it, speak of it no more

The sound of our hooves shall shake the very plains
Beneath the feet of our enemies
Watch them tremble and howl

We will die
Before we ever break to live in chains
We are the Horse Lords
And we are coming for you now

Ride swift
Towards ever certain doom
And ruin

Ride hard
Not for want of glory
Or with false pride

Ride now
Here come the mighty
Lords of Rohan

Into battle
For what is most surely
Our last ride

We are the Horse Lords

And we are coming for you now
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Postby Johnny Blaze » Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:58 pm

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OK ... so it's more like fan lyrics than fan poetry.

Hope to post some more as soon as I get the inspirations.

Thanks for reading.
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