Monday, July 18, 2005

Rising Fall

Ill-conceived,
born of malice
toils in darkest realm

Unbridled fury,
rage consumed
ravage deepest, overwhelm

Claws, sword sharp,
horns as pike
speech of fiercest fire

Distanced whip,
beyond close grip
death of nine, desire

Stoned escape,
crumbled ruin
in darkest black stands grey

Staff held high,
flames set forth
true battle enters the frey

Precipice plunge,
freefalls and war
the abyss swallows hope of eight

Unimaginable heights,
unfathomable depths
foes entangled in battle berate

Alas, conflicts end.
Horns lay in ruin
aged warrior, eyes dimmed by fight

Plaguing evil awaits,
great battle to be won
fallen grey, arise now white

-J.G.Smith (07/18/05)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey, is this about Gandalf?!? Cool. :-)