song of dwarrow delf

Song of Dwarrowdelf

By. Gimli son of Gloin.

The world was young, the mountains green

No stain yet on the moon was seen

No words were lain on stream or stone

When Durin woke, and walked alone.

He named the nameless hills and dells

He drank from yet untaysted wells

He stooped and looked in mirrowmere

And saw a crown of stars appear.

As gems upon a silver thread

Above the shadow of his head

The world was fair, the mountains tall

In elder days before the fall

Oh mighty kings in Nargothrond

And Gondolin who now beyond

The western seas have passed away

The world was fair in Durins day

A king he was on a carven thrown.

In many pillared halls of stone.

With golden roof and silver floor

And runes of power on the door.

The light of sun, and star and moon

In shining lamps of crystal hewn

Undimmed by cloud or shade of night

There shone for ever fair and bright

There hammer on the anvil smote

There chisel clover and graver wrote

There forged was blade, and bound was hilt

The delver mined, the mason built

There beryl, pearl, and opal pale

And metal wrought like fishes mail

Buckler and corset, axe and sword

And shining spears laid in hoard

Unwearied then were Durins folk

Beneath the mountains music woke

The harpers harped the minstrals sang

And at the gates the trumpets rang

The world was grey the mountains old

The forges fire ashen cold

No harp is wrung, no hammer falls

Darkness dwells in Durins halls

The shadow lies upon his tomb

In Moria and Khazad-dum

But still the sunken stars appear

In dark and windless mirrormere

There lies his crown in water deep

Until Durin wakes again from sleep.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this also isnt mine but is an inspiration to allot of my newer poems. i got this from GIMLI in the LORD OF THE RINGS series.

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