Ode to Middle Earth

 

Iluvatar and Morgoth, light and void, shattered jewels, stars strewn

 

Misted peaks, the seas, and shimmering spring leaves, are verses of a song,

 

tiding long before day and night were sundered into shadow, fire, and ice

 

A world of reflections, echoes, and dreams, cast among beautiful ruins

 

The journeying wizard and the warring sorcerer, are as ancient as the universe’s creation.

 

The dwarves are the very life of rock, caves, and mountains, manifested into being

 

The elves the living enigma of the forests, glimmering streams, and lost breezes

 

The suffering orcs are prisoners to fear, loneliness, wrath, and condemnation

 

Thralls of deception risen of the primordial separation from remembrance’s source

 

Men are they who walk all those paths, in search of their true identity, beyond the twilight

 

Interwoven destinies, branches of a tree, through which the melodic wind forever whispers

 

notes of a great song questing to cross the darkness, and find the star that binds us