Another poem based on a Tolkien character, clearly showing my tendency to the pompous:
Lathspela: Grima Wormtongue’s muddy dreams
Come not between the Nazgûl and his prey;
Come not within the Dark Lord’s shadowed realm;
Come not where evil’s swarming servants stray;
Nor to the lands where bold Isildur fell.
Avoid the blustering sky that hints at hope;
Avoid the grasslands stretching out of sight;
Avoid the gleaming horses where they lope
Over the meads to vanish in the night.
A cage, a cage shall be thy future home;
And I thy loving jailer, sweetest maid;
A cage shall see that thou shalt never roam
Away from me, once my last move is played.
Yet Eowyn now dwells in freedom’s light
And mighty deeds to following years shine bright.