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Poetic Arda  by Mirach

Halbarad's Farewell


The gathering gloom, the feel of doom

This is an evil door

Darkness ahead, the journey's end

Is not far anymore


The threshold dark from a cold stone,

And my death lies beyond

But I follow, for you must go,

And faith is a strong bond


For noble past I've ridden south

After the sun of noon,

But for the future I will go

Into the sunless gloom


Behind that door no turning back,

And yet I'll cross this line

Towards the burning, bloody field

And hope that is not mine


Be well, my love, kiss our son

For me and for my king

Into your arms I won't return,

But don't let your heart sink


Do not mourn for me, cousin mine,

When my life's blood will flow

I only regret I won't see

The crown upon your brow

'This is an evil door,' said Halbarad, 'and my death lies beyond it. I will dare to pass it nonetheless; but no horse will enter.'

(J. R. R. Tolkien, The Return of the King, Book V, Chapter 2: The Passing of the Grey Company)

- poem reuploaded into the collection from B2MeM 2010

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