Silence reigns upon this land
Beneath the Shadow’s grim command,
Save thunder rolling off the hills,
A bleak portent that give us chills.
The trembling earth beneath our feet
Seems to warn of our defeat;
Since to be caught means certain death,
We hardly dare to take a breath.
The Crossroads lie within the gloom,
And beckon with impending doom.
There is no doubt; not in the least –
This is where our path turns East.
My heart is filled with creeping dread;
I fear we’re near our journey’s end.
What hope is there for us to hold
As we draw near the darkness cold?
Even if we reach the fire,
We can’t survive a task so dire.
I always knew we’d have no rest –
That only death could end this quest.
The sun sinks in the blood-red sky;
I heave a deep and weary sigh.
For us, all hope of life is past –
I know this sun will be our last.
But then I see, upon Sam’s face,
A soft, warm glow, a ray of grace.
And by the sunset’s fading light
I find a sad, distressing sight:
An ancient king of carven stone
That guards this bitter path alone,
Now ravaged by the Enemy,
Beheaded, stripped of dignity.
But then I take a look around
And see his head upon the ground,
Wreathed in flowers like a crown.
The final beams of light shine down –
And like white stars, the flowers gleam,
Just like a vision from a dream.
I catch my breath and cry to Sam,
“The king has got a crown again!”
At last, our spirits stir and rise.
We see it in each other’s eyes –
Mordor’s strength cannot endure,
Of this truth we can be sure.
And then I realize, with a start,
I’m at a crossroads in my heart.
Within a blink, the sun is gone.
Tomorrow there will be no dawn.
Our world is plunged into the night,
Bereft of any sign of light.
But now I have the memory,
And that’s enough to hearten me.
The message is for me to heed;
The glimpse of hope is all I need
To see me through the road ahead,
Sustain me when all hope seems dead.
Sam and I are in good Hands,
Just like our friends in distant lands.
I fix my eyes upon our road
And steel myself to bear my load.
Whatever horrors come my way,
Whatever price I have to pay –
I’ll always know the light is there.
I choose to hope and not despair.
By Ellen Virginia