Summoned by Middle Earth: A Tribute to Summoning (Part I)
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Leave the halls and caverns deep Were the forests wide and dim Stoops in shadow grey and grim Float beyond the world of trees Past the rushes, past the reeds Past the marshes, weaving weeds And the crowns of the seven kings, and the rods of the five wizards South away! South away now! Far away seek the sunlight and the day Hail, Éomer, king of the mark
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
Over the land there lies a long shadow Westward reaching wings of darkness The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings Doom approaches, the dead awaken For the hour is come for the oathbreakers At the stone of Erech they shall stand again And hear there a horn in the hills ringing Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them From grey twilight, the forgotten people? The heir of him to whom the oath they swore From the North shall he come, need shall drive him He shall pass the door to the path of the dead On your knees The grey company is arriving now . .
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
How countless they congregate O'er our tumultuous snow Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow As if with keenness for our fate Our faltering few steps on To white rest, and a place of rest Invisible at dawn And yet with neither love nor hate Those stars like some snow-white Morgoth snow-white marble eyes Without the gift of sight Upon this star I fixed my eye All over the wide land My horse moved on, hoof after hoof He raised and nеver stopped When down bеhind the cottage roof At once the planet dropped
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
Cold be hand and heart and bone And cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake On stony bed, never, till the sun fails And the moon is dead In the black wind the stars shall die And still on gold here let them lie Till the dark lord lifts his hand Over dead sea and withered land When the winter first begins to bite And stones crack in the frosty night When pools are black and trees are bare It is evil in the wild to fare To lay down my will upon the land, Lugbûrz No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might Again I'm kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind And forms my thoughts of Middle-Earth To build up a new mighty empire
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
My star, I saw it high and far At the parting of the ways A light on the edge of the outer night Like silver set ablaze Where the round world plunges steeply down But on the old roads goes As an unseen bridge that on arches runs To coasts that no man knows I would not find the burning domes and sands Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men Long lost to where no pathway goes But where they bloom those flowers fair In what air or land they grow What words beyond the world I heard If you would seek for know In a boat then, brother, far afloat You must labour in the sea And find yourself things out of mind: You will learn no more of me I would not find the burning domes and sands Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men Of long lost to where no pathway goes There the twain enfolded Phantom twilight, phantom twilight And dim the mazes dark, unholy I would never find the burning domes and sands Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows Nor seek in mountains dark, the landscapes of the men Long lost to whom no pathway goes
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
Where forest stream went through the wood And silent all the stens there stood Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark With mottled shadows on their bark As faint as deepest sleeper's breath An echo came as cold as death Long are the paths, of shadow made Where no foot's print is ever laid No moon is there, no voice, no sound Of beating heart; a sigh profound Once in each age as each age dies Alone is heard; far, far it lies Thе Land of Waiting where the dеad sit In their thought's shadow, by no moon lit Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky Far far away beyond might of day And there lay the land of the dead of mortal cold decay
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026