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Poetic Arda  by Mirach

Halbarad's Farewell

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The gathering gloom, the feel of doom

This is an evil door

Darkness ahead, the journey's end

Is not far anymore

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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

-o-

For noble past I've ridden south

After the sun of noon,

But for the future I will go

Into the sunless gloom

-o-

Behind that door no turning back,

And yet I'll cross this line

Towards the burning, bloody field

And hope that is not mine

-o-

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

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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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