Unsplash by Sergio García
Oh Moria, Oh Khazad-dûm
with many-pillared hall,
on Dwarrowdelf, our true abode,
too soon the night did fall.
Oh Kibil-nâla, cool and fresh,
wholesome you are no more.
In Dimrill Dale, the memory dwells
of mighty dwarven lore.
Kheled-zâram, so dark and deep,
so close to Durin’s stone,
Oh Mirrormere, I think of you
Whenever I’m alone.
I shan’t forget that Durin’s crown
is waiting there for him,
twinkling at the bottom deep,
and never growing dim.
Durin, Durin, oh father dear,
one day you’ll wake again,
from your long sleep you’ll rise once more…
If we knew only when.
Zirakzigil, Bundushatûr
and tricky Caradhras,
the mountains of vast Khazad-dûm,
remember Redhorn’s Pass!
Celebdil the White looks fair, as
does Fanuidhol the Grey,
but Barazinbar, Caradhras,
is in for a cruel play.
The Dimrill Stair is leading down
into the Dimrill Dale,
Oh Azanulbizar, you once
were the world’s fairest vale.
I know that once you will be free,
and we’ll all come again.
Alas, we sigh, wait quietly,
and sadly ask “but when?”
When will the world be free from all
the evils that now crawl?
We wait and hope for better days,
though we, dwarves, are but small.
Wee kind folk from tales of lore. Under tumuli we rise free spirits in a mountainous glen ; guardians of a gem crown that few have seen, with eyes dark by blades that cut through the night to show the light to find the path away from dark fears to fly to the rising sun gracious for finding a peace never known in tales told eons ago.
I find your poem in early morning a mystical myth, filled with dream powers yet to be in a wonderful land of elves that have fought long and hard to maintain peace of mind that will be if people believe possible. Thank you for your lyrical writing that transcends me to a place I can imagine to be.
Aaaaah! Very nice!