Celebriel_Esgaledhel
December 21st,2002, 01:54 AM
Here is a poem i wrote called Nirnaeth Arnoediad. It's about the Fifth War of Beleriand. Please post any comments or suggestions.
NIRNAETH ARNOEDIAD
The world was dark, no longer free
Of evil and what should not be.
Forces were gathered, hate was wrought,
And yet, still hope was vainly sought.
No harp now wrung, but trumpets sound.
Sadly, though, by oath they were bound
To overthrow the Enemy.
By honor bound they marched ahead.
Tall and fair, they strode with dread
Of evil things, of hosts unnumbered,
Of mighty foes still remembered.
Then sword unsheathed there glimmering,
And helms of gold there shimmering…
And then they were seen by the Foe.
Great was His fury, and his wrath;
He sent a force to break their path.
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword
Were issued forth by the Dark Lord.
The clash of swords from either side;
There many fell, there many died.
Then from the rear there came a call—
New forces came then through the wall
To help against the Enemy.
New hope has come, new banners flown,
And all their pow’r and might was shown.
Now so strong, theirs would be the day.
Vic’try was their, if not had they
Been betrayed. For from the rear came
A clamor of swords—the host’s bane.
But ere long the traitors were slain.
Revealed was the evil plot;
They did not seek what they had sought.
For promised them was wealth and pow’r
If they had slain the host that hour.
But wayward went their evil plan.
But emptied then from caverns deep,
They came to slaughter, and to reap,
And driving back they found the High King—
Surrounded him with evil things.
Valiantly he fought, but too strong
Were they; they wrapped ‘round him a thong
Of fire that lashed him to the ground.
His blood and mire they beat and pound
And left the remains for carrion.
Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Tears Unnumbered.
From then on the mem’ry slumbered,
For no song or tale can contain
The sorrow from that battle plain.
Now some great warriors are no more.
But now is lost from all the lore:
Warriors, lords, and mighty kings—
Of them now only harpers sing—
The last whose realms were great and free
In this far land beyond the Sea.
Now they go west, to Valinor,
Where life goes on forevermore;
And evil things do not dwell there.
Cuio mae, mellyn
NIRNAETH ARNOEDIAD
The world was dark, no longer free
Of evil and what should not be.
Forces were gathered, hate was wrought,
And yet, still hope was vainly sought.
No harp now wrung, but trumpets sound.
Sadly, though, by oath they were bound
To overthrow the Enemy.
By honor bound they marched ahead.
Tall and fair, they strode with dread
Of evil things, of hosts unnumbered,
Of mighty foes still remembered.
Then sword unsheathed there glimmering,
And helms of gold there shimmering…
And then they were seen by the Foe.
Great was His fury, and his wrath;
He sent a force to break their path.
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword
Were issued forth by the Dark Lord.
The clash of swords from either side;
There many fell, there many died.
Then from the rear there came a call—
New forces came then through the wall
To help against the Enemy.
New hope has come, new banners flown,
And all their pow’r and might was shown.
Now so strong, theirs would be the day.
Vic’try was their, if not had they
Been betrayed. For from the rear came
A clamor of swords—the host’s bane.
But ere long the traitors were slain.
Revealed was the evil plot;
They did not seek what they had sought.
For promised them was wealth and pow’r
If they had slain the host that hour.
But wayward went their evil plan.
But emptied then from caverns deep,
They came to slaughter, and to reap,
And driving back they found the High King—
Surrounded him with evil things.
Valiantly he fought, but too strong
Were they; they wrapped ‘round him a thong
Of fire that lashed him to the ground.
His blood and mire they beat and pound
And left the remains for carrion.
Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Tears Unnumbered.
From then on the mem’ry slumbered,
For no song or tale can contain
The sorrow from that battle plain.
Now some great warriors are no more.
But now is lost from all the lore:
Warriors, lords, and mighty kings—
Of them now only harpers sing—
The last whose realms were great and free
In this far land beyond the Sea.
Now they go west, to Valinor,
Where life goes on forevermore;
And evil things do not dwell there.
Cuio mae, mellyn