Lord of the Rings
March 23, 2008
Lament of the Ents
Long forgotten, sheperds, treeherders.
The Ents, the treepeople, who dwell in Fangorn.
Long have they searched for the womenfolk of the Ent,
the Entwives, lost forever.
Entwives, seen no more. In love, were they, with flowers and earth.
But now, they are gone . No Entings, no children.
Ents, oldest of the old, mightiest of all.
They, the ancient ones, not easily roused.
Yet long ago, the Enemy, in Mordor, mocked the might Ent.
For He created a beast, the fell Troll, so evil was He.
Yet the Ents care not for war, nor for the troubles of Men.
They tend to the forest, to the trees.
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Memories
Two hobbits,
alone in the
white light of the moon.
Friends forever, are they.
They wander, and talk of old times.
Of past battles, parties, and friends.
They look up and see their memories
passing by, unto the fields long past the Western Sea.
They stare, awed to silence.
Then one turns, a tear in his eye,
and whispers, “why?”
“Why do good memories fade,
while the bad ones linger?
Why are we here, while our friends lie buried?
Why do we go to war when we could have peace?
Why, o Why does time wear away all that really matters?
Why?”
