Poem: The Terror of Moria

 

The Terror of Moria

From the depths of shadowed years,
In Morgoth’s service, born of fears,
With wings of shadow and eyes that burn,
And a flaming whip that makes courage churn.

The dwarves delved down with their hearts so bold,
In search of mithril, diamonds and gold.
But when they struck the fateful vein,
They freed the beast: Durin’s Bane.

With its fiery whip and its blazing sword,
It sent Dwarves to flee from their own hoard.
Now Moria’s halls is where goblins dwell,
Because this scary balrog made life a hell.

It ruled Moria, long and dread,
Until Gandalf faced it, unafraid.
“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” the wizard cried,
And down they fell, what a ride!

But heroes rise and shadows fade,
Even monsters meet the glorious blade.
Durin’s Bane fell in its pride,
When Gandalf struck and both had died.

- Kasper F. Christiansen

I hope you enjoyed this poem, and the poem is from the book 'Monster Poetry'. 

"I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay.
Small acts of kindness and love." - Gandalf