En halua varata koko threadia vain itselleni; muiden Tolkien-aiheiset tuotokset kovasti toivottuja.
Ja asiaan. Komedia sai nyt väistyä herooisen epiikan tieltä:
Prophecy fulfilled
Death and terror and night on wings
King of witches and slayer of kings
Bearer and slave of one of the Rings
But can you hear how steel blade sings?
He came, and with Him came the night
He came, now wielding all His might
In left hand, horror; death in His right
Who can stand, let alone fight?
Hand that slaughtered mighty lords
Eyes that rangers feared on fords
Voice that commands monstrous hordes
How can one fight Him with swords?
One stands up, one surely mad
But grey eyes seem to be more sad
Searched for Death, now found it had
Poor boy, I thought; but it's no lad!
No living man can hinder Him
But maiden of the rohirrim
Stands before her foe so grim
And evil thought of wraith does dim
His shadow-spawned and black-winged beast
Leaps to attack, wanting to feast
Kill or mutilate at least
Win the day for Eye in East
But maiden is not frozen still
She dodges, blocks and strikes with skill
A perfect cut, a famous kill
A monstrous head rolls down the hill
His scream of hate is deafening
Down He does His weapon bring
Shield and arm thus shattering
So perish all before Witch-King
Under the shadow a smaller shade
Crouching form with his blessed blade
By daring stab a grave wound made
For fallen Arnor a debt he paid
Behold, the ringwraith is distracted
His weapon missed the maiden's head
But Witch-King has not fallen yet
The wrath in His eyes burning red
The halfling calls the maiden's name
She fights the fear and pain and maim
Upwards does the swordblade aim
The killing strike, the greatest fame
It's Black Captain's dying day
But His slayers still must pay
Is she dead? They cannot say
Maid of Rohan is carried away
Ja asiaan. Komedia sai nyt väistyä herooisen epiikan tieltä:
Prophecy fulfilled
Death and terror and night on wings
King of witches and slayer of kings
Bearer and slave of one of the Rings
But can you hear how steel blade sings?
He came, and with Him came the night
He came, now wielding all His might
In left hand, horror; death in His right
Who can stand, let alone fight?
Hand that slaughtered mighty lords
Eyes that rangers feared on fords
Voice that commands monstrous hordes
How can one fight Him with swords?
One stands up, one surely mad
But grey eyes seem to be more sad
Searched for Death, now found it had
Poor boy, I thought; but it's no lad!
No living man can hinder Him
But maiden of the rohirrim
Stands before her foe so grim
And evil thought of wraith does dim
His shadow-spawned and black-winged beast
Leaps to attack, wanting to feast
Kill or mutilate at least
Win the day for Eye in East
But maiden is not frozen still
She dodges, blocks and strikes with skill
A perfect cut, a famous kill
A monstrous head rolls down the hill
His scream of hate is deafening
Down He does His weapon bring
Shield and arm thus shattering
So perish all before Witch-King
Under the shadow a smaller shade
Crouching form with his blessed blade
By daring stab a grave wound made
For fallen Arnor a debt he paid
Behold, the ringwraith is distracted
His weapon missed the maiden's head
But Witch-King has not fallen yet
The wrath in His eyes burning red
The halfling calls the maiden's name
She fights the fear and pain and maim
Upwards does the swordblade aim
The killing strike, the greatest fame
It's Black Captain's dying day
But His slayers still must pay
Is she dead? They cannot say
Maid of Rohan is carried away