Until Durin Wakes

They stopped for a rest upon leaving the dark mines of Moria A mist of foam surrounded the weary company Faint runes marked the stone standing behind them Ruined works of stone were all that remained of the dwarves ancient homeland Gimli, stout descendant of Durin could not pass without gazing upon the dark waters of Kheled-zaram The hobbits went with him, Frodo the Ring bearer and Sam the faithful friend If Caradhras ad been less cruel Gandalf, wise Isto, might have joined the three pilgrims Sadly, they walked down the winding road Into the dale they walked knowing they must be far away by nightfall The pilgrim's halted by water's edge With the bright sun above them, they gazed into the dark pool What did you think, pilgrims? What entered your minds as you viewed the plumes of white flame in the dark waters of Kheled-zaram? Beyond grief we gaze into the waters Shadowless, our stooping forms await the awakening as we stand lost in thought before a crown of stars.