The Dimholt Road and the Door of the Dead

A path outlined by rows of ancient stone
Leads to the Dimholt, wooded with black trees
Hard by the Dwimorberg. Not overgrown,
It winds its way into a glen which sees
The Dark Door entrance leading underground
Through the White Mountains. Blacker than the night
That pathway winds, whose exit is not found
By any living man or mortal wight.
This fearful road is named: Paths of the Dead
Guarded by frightful wraiths which haunt its way
To deny living men – so it is said –
All thoroughfare, till in some future day
They and their King their broken oath redeem –
Before they pass away, like a dark dream.

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