Re: Daffodil's Poetry (A Blast From the Past!)
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2022 6:52 pm
Wait on the Edge of Defeat
Great city besieged, standing alone--
praying for aid in the city of stone
whose gates have held from ancient days
and long have kept the foes at bay;
now waiting within, fighting without,
rumours they whisper as all go about;
make now provision, through their fears,
and still their children's bitter tears.
"Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!"
A city of white, spire in the sky,
black'ning the clouds now above the walls high;
thick is the air with fire and smoke
that in their wait make all to choke
for surely it seems that help cometh not;
weakening wills, each resigned to his lot,
as ever the hours pass, they groan,
and think that they do fight alone.
"....spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!"
High city and fair, holding its breath,
seeing come soon an untimely grim death;
pride and despair do meet indeed,
until great friends do come at need,
for ride hard they will, over the plain,
hastening all now to ride down the bane
of fairest friends of old, so true;
red arrow found its mark anew.
"Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden!"
"Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
Great city besieged, standing alone--
praying for aid in the city of stone
whose gates have held from ancient days
and long have kept the foes at bay;
now waiting within, fighting without,
rumours they whisper as all go about;
make now provision, through their fears,
and still their children's bitter tears.
"Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!"
A city of white, spire in the sky,
black'ning the clouds now above the walls high;
thick is the air with fire and smoke
that in their wait make all to choke
for surely it seems that help cometh not;
weakening wills, each resigned to his lot,
as ever the hours pass, they groan,
and think that they do fight alone.
"....spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!"
High city and fair, holding its breath,
seeing come soon an untimely grim death;
pride and despair do meet indeed,
until great friends do come at need,
for ride hard they will, over the plain,
hastening all now to ride down the bane
of fairest friends of old, so true;
red arrow found its mark anew.
"Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden!"
"Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
Now to read the rest.