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.
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2005
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