Poems of the Pine: The Black Gate

What will we find at the Black Gate?

Book 8 – The Black Gate

At the edge of the Waste
Our wandering mind
Drifted to Frodo
And the fateful ring.
Our march was small
Next to Mordor’s horde
But perhaps the hobbits
Would be helped by our show.
 
We marched to the gate
And gathered our strength
Then demanded that Sauron
Surrender at once.
In response, the Mouth
Of Mordor revealed
Tokens of our friends
Frodo and Sam.
 
Having seen the signs
That Sam and Frodo
Were taken and lost
In the land of our foe.
We chose to fight
As the fell gate loosed
A host of orcs
With hateful bent.
 
We defended the hills
As our foes advanced
To crush the cause of the west.
No aid will come
To rekindle our hope.
Unless our friends could fly.

We’re in a spot of trouble now.

Pineleaf Needles

2 comments

  1. Rucagorn of Evernight /

    ‘Neither shall we,’ said Aragorn. ‘If this be jest, then it is too bitter for laughter. Nay, it is the last move in a great jeopardy, and for one side or the other it will bring the end of the game.’ Then he drew Anduril and held it up glittering in the sun. ‘You shall not be sheathed again until the last battle is fought,’ he said.

  2. ‘Stand, Men of the West! Stand and wait! This is the hour of doom.’

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