February 26, 2003
LOTR Poem

I've started reading The Lord of the Rings again, starting with The Fellowship of the Ring of course. Actually, I just finished reading The Hobbit first, a very cool prequel to LOTR and a lot less dense. Its weird how a lot of the story still feels familiar to me even though I last read it like a thousand years ago. Anyways, I came across this cool poem during today's reading session. Tolkien sure had a way with words. I think he was Marilyn Manson's dad, in spirit at least.


Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone:
never more to wake on stony bed,
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
and still on gold here let them lie,
till the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land.

Posted by Fungii at February 26, 2003 09:34 PM | TrackBack
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