Dark Shadows

Today's poem is a rather bleak one, rather despondent in many ways, for which I offer no apology. We have only to look out at today's world, and see the suffering, the cruelty, the evil, and see that sometimes life is dark, bleak, and without much hope, and the forces of darkness seem triumphant.

Dark Shadows

Shadows fall from Sauron's hand
In Minas Morgul, behind the gate
And darkness covering the land
Hope stifled by such fickle fate
 
The Nine Riders bringing fear
Night cries coming from above
Threatening all that we hold dear
All the Shire, and those we love
 
The Balrog comes in blazing fire
An evil left from Morgoth's day
Crushes hope, a creature dire
Leaves us bereft, in sad dismay
 
Yet we wait in hope for returning king
And an ending of that evil ring