Well, the title says it all...
Welcome to the
Official Children of Hurin poetry contest.
Write a poem about a character, place or theme from the Children of Hurin and PM it to me.
Deadline September 7th.
~~~Participants~~~
- Ëarwen
Please vote for the poem you like the best!
Poem #1
Before there was Frodo, Gandalf and all
There was a land know to all, but so small
It's evil dark days were long and tough
The sun never shined there, it was ruff
The land was under the authority of Morgoth
He was a dark Lord, filled of mallace and roth
He had only one Lieutenant, another dark Lord
Sauron, this was the name of this dark evil Lord
Their Power was of great evil, it was down casting
This burden that men felt, it felt it was everlasting
It felt like being wounded down deep into you soul
It was like beeding to death, out there in the cold
So downcast where the men whom were living
As they walked through the world of those surviving
Had they had lost all hope for justice to be done
Would they have hope, when the battle is won
All was quiet through out all of the land
Not a noise, not even the faintest sound
Had everyone given up, had they all failed
Or were they going to fight, there swords to yield
"Someone's comming to help us fight" said a young lady
As everyone looked up they saw a army who was all ready
"We have come to join you" Said Turin, the leader
Someone said "Bess you, you are our Saviour"
Poem #2
I not afraid, i do not walk in fear
By my side i draw my sword near
It's blade is sharp as i raise it steady
My enemies have come,i am here ready
I raise my sword slowely with silence
A loud shout brakes through my silence
Horses fidget, in fear young boys tremble
Don't run away, no longer shall we tremble
I am ready as your leader, lord and king
Shall you fight, stand through the whole thing
I shall be willing, but only if you are willing too
We will stand and fight in battle until it is through
We will walk, not faint, we will run and not go weary
We will stand our ground, we will not get bleary
Shall we not be tired until our job is finaly done
Shall we win this fight before the setting of the sun
Their Lord himself shall die, by me and in my name
His death will be filled of such dishonor and disgrace
So as long as the Children of Húrin are living here
Morgoth fate shall be filled of such mallace and fear