Now Comes the End

- Elvellon Ringsbane

A poem in dactylic hexameter for Aragorn

Now Comes the End

Here in the darkness await we the coming of doom and redemption.
Rise now the King; lift flashing the Sword that was broken, returning
He of the prophesy bearing the hope of the struggling nations
Wielder of power and glory beyond all weak mortals decaying
Darkness shall fear him and trembling the Shadow beholding shall falter
Heir of the kingdom of valiant Gondor revealed to the Dark One
Master of visions afar, Eye defeating, has taken the sight-stone
Turns now his gaze to the city of Númenor ancient, a traitor
South to the river and thence to the shadow that growing descendeth
Issuing forth from the havens approaches disaster impending
Gondor will fall if he cometh not swiftly to aid the White City
Many the leagues that lie reaching before the fair turrets of silver
Even the rangers long suffering may not the city reach timely.
Desperate captain, remember the words that the seer has spoken
Thou in thy need now remember the Paths of the Dead ones, forgotten.
Dauntless they followed him; leading, the Lord of the Fearful unsleeping
Restless the misty battalions gathering, silently watching
Hear now the words of the heir of Isildur, and answer his call
Darkness to darkness the company tireless, endlessly riding
Ere dawn must stand gathered before the Black Stone of the faithless
Oathbreakers swearing anew their past promise to Isildur’s offspring.
Warriors fearful, their terror immense in the battle now wielding
Swords need no edge; none will remain to abide the fell phantoms.
Fleeing before them the forces of evil, defeated by shadows
Victory sudden and final; thus death by its weapons is worsted.