Thursday, December 20, 2012
The Dwarf Prince
A mighty warrior with a painful past
Through shadows he treads, and across plains vast
Bearing the burden of a burnt down home
But in this dilemma, he stands not alone.
Years have passed but the fire in him has not died,
He has summoned allies of old to his side.
With a key and a song, his journey begins,
Alongside a Hobbit, a Wizard and thirteen of his kin.
Neither the pain nor the fury will subside,
For regaining his homeland is part of his pride.
Anger, revenge and victory, he seeks
As he passes through dungeons deep and across highest peaks.
For too long he has roamed and waited
The storm in his heart can no longer be abated.
He travels by day and by darkest night.
And for his companions, he will always stand and fight.
The tale of Thorin Oakenshield, the Dwarf Prince will be told,
Who sought not precious gems and glittering gold,
Nor treasures hidden in caverns old,
But for Home, he has travelled through 'the Misty Mountains cold'.
Written Thursday 20-12-2012, at 3:00 am
Note: 'the Misty Mountains cold' in this order and punctuation is taken from the Dwarves' Song in The Hobbit, chapter 1.