This poem is copyrighted © Copyright 2010 Shundra L. Moore all rights reserved.
A Poem by Shundra L. Moore
A sleepless malice rises up from where we do not know.
But there is one Guide that does not go when evil parades itself for show.
Merry being made while a Battle rages.
Battles that cost the lives of mighty men.
The dark ones fall at the left and the right,
But the ones who follow the Guide never to leave His side
Will live to fight again.
Strength arises from the Tree that stands without the other,
That has leaves that deceive and beguile those who eat of its fruit.
The Tree of life grows at the heart.
And does not reveal its fruit until the season is in.
The Beacon of men is lit by the Light that shines
When darkness is full and all time stands still.
Going towards the void is not an easy task.
But never forget His word that shields us
Never forget His weapon that heals us
When the fiery darts do not miss their mark.
Eclipsing of the Son will not be done
By evil unless He wills.
The winged eyes of angels nested in their wings
Take them throughout the heavens.
Delivering messages sent from the front
To a home that is unseen.
Reigning in the sweet incense that fills the Kings room.
Letters that don't hide the emotions crushed by war or the sadness of grief.
Messages received and answered unto victory.
Lineage of Royalty from the bloodline of kings.
Helmets that mask the warrior that hides within.
Salvation that comes in transfigured forms yet untold,
From the one Guide who stands inside all who call Him.
Duty calls but honor holds those who fight the evil malice that is all sin.
What is this sin that evil feeds upon?
It is a simple gap that breaks the union
Between the victory that was and is,
And is to come.
When time stands still and all is won.
© Movie Poetry - Lord of the Rings - Copyright 2010, Shundra L. Moore
