In hideous evil-dwelling gloom
whilst waiting through the years,
lies in this place thy certain doom
and root of all thy fears.
Once merrier and full of light
the forest was in spring,
until the wizard came one night
and turned each leaf to sting.
Now foul in thought is ev’ry tree
and lustful for their vengeance,
to crush both friend and enemy
so world will lose remembrance.
Amidst the fading days of peace
two Halflings stumbled here,
to hide from wicked Orcs and these
most silent like a deer.
If not for Fangorn’s guard himself
whose meeting was foregone,
nor human, dwarf, or noble elf
had stopped dark lord Sauron.
In living things a fire lives,
which must not be forgot –
Blessed him that nature honour gives;
Fool he, who does this not.
von The Colourful Wilbur