The Fall of Gondolin
Here now told the cry within.
The elven city of Gondolin.
Inside the gate the enemy got in,
whispering of deadly sin.
What horrors in the black of night
that they could not dispel.
The people rang the temple bell
when out came orcs—the gates of hell.
Why do we tell our children lies
about their ancient elven kin?
When night was black the city fell
And orcs then raised a raucous din.
Some time we’ll see the future lights
and our people will gather nigh,
then build a city that won’t fall
like Gondolin’s forgotten halls.
Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2024
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