Orcs fear to tread
Goblins nigh think of it
Dark and moving
Very much alive
Trumpeting tall ents
Herders of all those grasp
Channel the hourons’ ways
To crush and break
Nothing but the vile
Hobbits they love
Elves they revere –
for speech came by them
they sleep not
slumber neither
the elegant ageless woods.
Saturday, January 31
The Ent-wood
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