Samstag, 17. April 2010

The Ballad Of Frodo: The journey to Rivendale

Whispers fly about the woods...
Of an awakening shadow, rising in the east..
Its spies beckoned in forms all...
Orc and man, bird and beast...

Shades of trees,they become murky...
Leaves turning deathly pale...
For terror has left Minas Morghul...
Summoned from Necromancer's Dale...

And somewhere in the Forrest old,
Travels bravely,a company of four...
Its path winds treacherously indeed,
Through Barrow-Downs of Eriador...

Its leader grave, though a hobbit small...
carries in a chain, an Errand High...
Seeking sanctuary to shield a burden...
Struggles to veil, gaze of the Eye...

But in his unsuspecting wake...
Lo! Approaches a peril nigh...
In the guise of Riders,swathed in black...
Breathing fear with every sigh...

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