With Doom We Come

It is true, I'm fixed by him I hate and he's by me. And only his death or mine will end the cycle. Mock me, My day will come. Kneel before your conqueror! You will kneel! Kneel before your conqueror! You will kneel! My day will come. And let none disturb my solitude! Conqueror...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

High on the mountains highest ridge Where oft the stormy winter gale Cuts life a scythe, while through the clouds It sweeps from vale to vale; Not five yards from the mountain path, Silvertine you on the left espy; And to the left, three yards beyond, You see a little muddy pound. I looked around, I thought I saw A jutting crag, and off I ran, Head-foremost, through the driving rain, The shelter of the crag to gain; And, as I am a man, Instead a jutting crag, I found Durins tower up from the ground...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Upon the threshold, watchful, dire, His eyes new-kindled with dull fire, His teeth were bare, his tongue aflame, Aroused he watched the no one came, No flitting shade nor hunted shape, Seeking from Angband to escape. Now past that guard what guile or might Could thrust from death into the light? As gleam of swords in fire there flashed The fangs of Carcharoth, and crashed Together like a trap, and tore His hand about the wrist, and shore

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. On the brink of the abyss with a blindfold tied tight should I step into the mist or retreat back to the light? I don't know what is in there whether it be ground or a fall I don't know if I shall dare to take the step and risk it all...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

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Then mounte! Then mounte, brave gallants, all, And don your helmes amaine: Deathes couriers, fame and honor, call Us to the field again. No shrewish tears shall fill our eye When the sword hilts in our hand, Heart-whole well part and no white sighe For the fairest of the land; Let piping swaine, and craven wight, thus wheepe and puling crye Our business is like men to fight, And hero like to die!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home, Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I roam; Long I've been tossed like the driven foam, But now, proud world! I'm going home. I am going to my own hearth stone Bosomed in yon green hills, alone, A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face, To Grandeur, with his wise grimace, To frozen hearts, and hasting feet, To those who go, and those who come, Good-bye, proud world, I'm going home.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025