At the West Gate of Moria
A clash of voices midst the air
Wherein the mines awoke from shadows
came the fire; I feared they’d throw that stone
to wake the Watcher of the Water.
Brace yourself, be on guard,
soon forth we fly, through the mines of midnight.
Pity, sheer pity,
will spare true evil death.
And the Guardian of Light,
the wiser man,
He lead us the way of fragrances-
ran fools into shadows. Spoke
“When the rain of arrows arrives at the door,
pick up that spear & fight
the smoking beast of horns in crimson fire”’.
A burden of footsteps trembled through dusk
until she came,
our Lady of the Wood,
leading us down by a lane of blazing silver green,
to the well of mirrored visions,
to witness all that was and meant to be.
All night she loomed around us
In hoods we hid our faces
’mid the shadows of the wood.
Crept like mist throughout the air
in stranger lands of alder trees.
Above us shone the clear, cool stars
like a ribbon of the night
I saw a story in the sky unfurl.
Come curl up in this cloak of rags,
let us sleep in starlight.
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