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SONG AT THE GATE OF MORDOR [II]
(the words of a cave troll at the Black Gate of Mordor)
When I looked back, I saw myself lain bare,
bare as the bones of trees on the Pelannor fields,
because the great trees had once gown there.
You who blindly tread on what you cannot see,
you are the gentle butterfly you smash today.
I arrive at The Black Gate, that no longer opens to The One.
Captain Faramir knew where the fallen had come from.
The unknown fallen, who stumbled and did not see,
the gateway to anywhere, but ghosts.
We saw the same ending and the same beginning.
For all war ends and begins in us all.
I saw the light from the Gates of Mordor.
It was closing but I was opening.
The is The Middle Earth that I have lived to see: It is wild and rainy.
The scattery type of rain that sweeps through in light gusts,
pattering its way down wind and along the Entmoot into the gully.
The rain of nymphs is how I would describe it, in the far distance,
over the oceans of mist, the last elven ships have departed,
in a flicker of pale pink lightning. |
