A Middle-Earth New Year's Poem

- The Foe Hammer
Though celebrations come and go,
and traditions change as we all know,
etched in our mind and in our heart,
is the day on which this age did start.

For on this day an age did end,
an age of fear for all our friends.
When he the maker of evil things,
lost forever the Ruling Ring.

His tower fell, his minions fled,
and lifted away was all our dread.
For an age of peace would now begin,
as Elessar, the King, was ushered in.

So drink a merry cup of mirth,
and celebrate all Middle-Earth.
For the darkest days are in our past,
and the future is truly bright at last!