The forces were ready. War was calling.
The eyes held winter while spring was falling.
The elves shone in their armour, their swords gleamed,
And dwarves marched, along the sun as it beamed.
Edain houses strode in valour and song;
Folk of all free peoples came, brave and strong.
Though some had stayed away, courage raced through
Each heart, set with hope that then seemed so true.
True so, too, fell the Prophecy of Doom,
That most had shunned with the first rising Moon,
Though none now knew who were the numbered dead
They wept unnumbered tears ere they were shed.
4 July 2007
(This was written for an RP that I wanted to join.)