Thread:Maltalidenta Kwuitidherali/@comment-26295802-20160510154853

I'm working on a poem about the death of Herendil. Not my best work, but I thought you would like it.

....And coming back from Eastern war, 

He arrived at Tirith Aear and swore,

That he would never again so long depart,

From his beloved wife that held his heart,

He swore he would ever love and be,

With his faithful wife, fair Itallie.

 

But as he drew near his castle's door,

He smelled death on the wind from the shore,

And in his mighty towers shining, 

Was naught but dead and those who were dying,

Pillaged by corsairs, sacked utterly,

But what had become of sweet Itallie?

 

A lone soldier limped through the dead,

With broken arm, and bandaged head,

<p class="MsoNormal">He said that he was the only alive,

<p class="MsoNormal">That all others had fell to swords and knives,

<p class="MsoNormal">And the pirates had killed even she,

<p class="MsoNormal">The beautiful princess, kind Itallie.

<p class="MsoNormal"> 

<p class="MsoNormal">Herendil with a great cry of despair,

<p class="MsoNormal">Went to Cerin Alqua on a hilltop where,

<p class="MsoNormal">There lay a small temple to the ocean blue,

<p class="MsoNormal">And there he said he what he could not do,

<p class="MsoNormal">Could not keep living with such history,

<p class="MsoNormal">Could not keep living without Itallie.

<p class="MsoNormal"> 

<p class="MsoNormal">With fell light he drew his blade,

<p class="MsoNormal">And said he would follow where death bade,

<p class="MsoNormal">That he would follow death's very call,

<p class="MsoNormal">That he would see his love at the gates to death's halls,

<p class="MsoNormal">And he slew himself for all to see,

<p class="MsoNormal">In the name of Itallie. <ac_metadata title="Poem"> </ac_metadata>