Sestinas by Kaybaggins
The Final Road: A Sestina
We continue to stumble down the trodden path,
for now I keep a close and wary watch.
His pained face shows the increasing weariness,
of the scars he now bears which have grown.
Lonely is the journey down the darkened road,
as we travel further into Mordor’s dreary and foul lands.
Gondor’s Captain warned us not to partake of the water from these lands,
and we are always unsure of our chosen path,
for an unseen evil follows our movements along the rocky road.
It is now my turn to take the night’s watch,
where the moon hides its face and uneasiness has grown
in this shadowed land, which is the cause of all weariness.
The cursed ring is so heavy and the core for all his weariness.
My gardner’s heart cries for the bare and rotten lands,
where no living and natural things are grown.
The enemy is always searching along our trampled path.
He says he feels the great eye ever turning its gaze to watch
us, but how much longer must we tread down this foul road?
The mountain of doom looms closer as we journey on the road.
Yet the closer to the mountain, the more cause for such weariness.
There are many malevolent eyes that seem to ever watch
as the orcs and other foul creatures inhabit the dying lands.
How many miles have we traveled this beaten path?
For the stench in this unwholesome place has grown.
Our resolve from long ago has now grown
to travel along the never ending road.
We will find within ourselves the path,
and so refrain from giving in to weariness
nor succumbing to the dreariness of these lands.
Because of stinker’s treachery we must always watch.
Uphill we climb and ever on we must cautiously watch.
Our lembas is spent and our thirst has grown.
A hazy mist spreads over these failing and fading lands.
He is but a feather as I gladly carry him up the road.
I must not let him know of my weariness,
as his is the much more dangerous path.
One final moment in these lands, and now we hope the eye does not watch,
our last steps along the path, for the ring is destroyed, and darkness grown.
We’ve traveled along the final road, and at last, he lays his head down in weariness.
A Bard’s Tale: A Sestina
It happened long ago, so hear this old bard’s tale,
When dragons had been vanquished, and our heroes did not fail,
The heroes are unlikely, as always in tales of old,
And wee folk are strange creatures, which turn out rather bold.
This story’s ‘bout a hobbit, Frodo Baggins, by name,
and lest we not forget Samwise Gamgee, for the story wouldn’t be the same.
For Frodo inherited a ring of power, he’d never be the same
So sit you down, I’ll tell the yarn, for this will be a long tale.
The ring is surely evil, said a wizard named Gandalf the Grey, by name
And hobbits are made of sterner stuff, and he knew they would not fail.
Frodo and Sam also, were joined by Merry and Pippin the bold,
And so their adventures had only begun, before this tale gets old.
The hobbits met a ranger named Strider, with eyes from days of old,
with a story ‘bout a sword that was broken, could it ever be the same?
He fought on Weathertop ‘gainst the Ringwraiths, he was mighty, tall and bold,
but the Ringwraiths pierced Frodo with an evil blade, and so continues the tale.
Now don’t close your eyes, just listen on, our heroes will not fail,
our dear Frodo was healed by elfin magic, one Lord Elrond, by name.
A fellowship was born with Legolas, Gimli and Boromir by name,
and nine were sent abroad, to destroy the ring made in days of old.
The task was grim, the road was long, they knew they could not fail,
their path took them to Moria where Gandalf fell, their sorrow was the same.
The weary eight now journeyed on, to Galadriel’s Land and so goes on our tale,
but Boromir felt the ring’s lure, though he remained courageous and bold.
The fellowship was sundered, it was now up to everyone to be bold,
while the two younger hobbits met a treeherder, and Fangorn was his name.
The three hunters raced through Rohan, tracking the captured hobbits in our tale,
and to their delight they found Gandalf, now white who didn’t look quite so old.
Now Frodo and Sam met Gollum, who promised on the precious just the same,
to lead them into Moria, to destroy the ring without fail.
And now the sword that was broken is whole, the king will stand and not fail,
and the enemy’s knight will be smote not by a man, but by a woman who is bold.
The smallest will make a difference, and they are warriors just the same,
for we have heard the tale, and know each of them by name.
But the scary part, the terrible part, was something oh quite old,
Spidery Shelob fought by Frodo and Sam, quick close your eyes in this part of my tale.
And in the end Sam’s courage saved them just the same, so Frodo’s quest did not fail.
The ring was destroyed and therefore ends my tale, and so I may be bold,
now you know the story of each and every name, in this bard’s tale of old.
A Bard’s Tale: Part Two (A Sestina)
Now you’ll remember my story, ‘bout Frodo and his quest,
but what you may not know about, is what you might think best.
That many other characters, played an important part,
and many if not most of them, had incredible heart,
So now I spin this tale, for those who would have none,
Just sit right down and listen, to the tale that I have spun.
Not all these characters are living, in the tale that I have spun,
like Sam’s trusty frying pan, he needed on the quest.
Now others we must go and name, let us not forget none,
such as Tom Bombadil and Goldenberry, some of Middle Earth’s best.
Now Aunt Kimby’s got a soft spot, for Bill the Pony who’s full of heart,
he carried such a heavy load, he certainly played his part.
Now let us not forget old Barliman, he definitely played a part,
his inn gave refuge to four hobbits, and so the story was spun.
And then there was Glorfindel, a might elf lord with much heart,
who was a lord of dignity, and helped send Frodo on his Quest.
And Arwen and her brothers, Elladan and Elrohir at their elven best
Who are the children of Lord Elrond, and now we will forget none.
Now let us sing of Galadriel, her beauty compares to none,
and Celeborn in Lothlorien, who also played his part.
I don’t want to forget old Bilbo, for some say he is the best,
his story started long ago, and from that tale this story’s spun.
Now as in all good yarns, our heroes had diversions from their quest,
for there are many evil things, that are lacking in their heart.
Grima bewitched King Theoden, whose daughter Eowyn had much heart,
and Eomer her brother, most definitely did his part.
Saruman the wizard, tried his utmost to stop the gallant quest,
and set forth the orcs in thousands, so they could play their part.
But the most evil of them all, and why this story was spun,
is the Dark Lord of Moria, whose name Sauron we know best.
Now very gallant Faramir, showed his quality we know best,
but Denethor’s gaze into the palantir, let him give up his heart.
With Gollum and his treachery, and Shelob whose web was spun,
are two nasty characters, that we will forget none.
To all the other creatures, who’ve played a little part,
This bard would like to thank them, for without them where’s the quest.
And now this bard has spun, the tale that I know best,
to tell you ‘bout Frodo’s Quest, but with a different heart.
For now we will forget none, because they all played a special part.
(dedicated to auntkimby35)
Sting – A Sestina
It was wrought by elven-smiths long ago.
And woe to all foul beasts that feel its blow.
A warning glow near orcs does give this blade,
For they should take heed and now be afraid.
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!, I sing,
As I hold the elven wrought sword named Sting.
From the trolls hoard Bilbo received his Sting,
In ages past not very long ago.
And of a hobbit’s story they still sing,
And so with lightening stroke and mighty blow,
With Sting beside me I am not afraid,
I take my courage from this rune marked blade.
And now Bilbo’s heir has received the blade,
It is now my tale to set forth with Sting.
With Sting by my side, I am not afraid.
There and back again, an age long ago,
My swift sword will rally for its true blow.
And listen now so you can hear it sing.
In dwarven Khazad-dûm the sword doth sing,
Orcs draw back before the glittering blade.
But then the cave troll swung a deadly blow,
And they all heard the clattering of Sting.
The mines of Moria seemed long ago,
But I took heart and so was not afraid.
Crossing Emyn Muil I was not afraid,
But there was so little reason to sing.
Recalling words of Gandalf long ago,
On the creature Gollum I drew my blade.
For he remembered the elven blade Sting,
Upon him I threatened a most deadly blow.
Shelob did thrust herself against Sam’s blow,
As he stood steady and was not afraid.
But Shelob had already done the sting,
For in the utter darkness Sam did sing.
Sparkling in silver light the elven blade,
Gave cause for hope it seemed so long ago.
The blue fire flickers in Sting, promising a fatal blow,
In ages past long ago, I am no longer afraid,
And with this heirloom I sing, for joy of this elven blade.
Gandalf the Wizard: A Sestina
The creaky wagon rolled toward party business
A tall figure dressed and robed in woolen gray
Rapping on a hobbit’s door with his wooden staff
None other than a well known gray-bearded wizard
Now some in these parts may call him Mithrandir
And others may speak of him as Gandalf the wise
Saruman questioned Gandalf as being wise
When Gandalf spoke to him of the ring business
And Saruman thought to hold on to Mithrandir
Up in the soaring Isengard towers of gray
But be careful when you try to catch a wizard
And what did Saruman do with Gandalf’s staff?
At the Ford of Bruinen he raised his staff
Keeping the black riders from Frodo was wise
A guardian of Middle Earth was this wizard
Even though the task risky was his business
The skies have become all cloudy and gray
A Fellowship is formed and its guide is Mithrandir
Traveling to the Moria Mines did Mithrandir
And through its darkened halls did he light his staff
Magnificent dwarven halls now dim and gray
Not all of their party deemed their path to be wise
Gandalf’s fiery foe was his own dark business
Hearts don’t despair with the fall of our wizard
Through shadow and ash fell our dearest wizard
And when he awoke again he was still Mithrandir
He still needed to tend to Middle Earth business
And clothed in white he set out with a shiny new staff
Those who listened to his counsel deemed him wise
For no longer was Gandalf a wizard of gray.
The storm clouds gathering in the skies were now gray
As Isengard’s minions were unleashed by its wizard
Gandalf gave much counsel, which proved to be wise
For Helm’s Deep needed the counsel of Mithrandir
Upon Shadowfax Gandalf rode with his staff
And at dawn helped deliver Helm’s Deep was his business
Take heed to Gandalf the wise, a wizard now white once gray
Don’t meddle in his business, it is said of a wizard
Magnificent Mithrandir, and his ever-changing staff.
Aragorn’s Tale – Part One
By stealth and quiet he roams by day,
His steel gray eyes see all by moonlit night,
Upon four hobbits he came along the way,
And Samwise Gamgee put up a mighty fight,
At the inn at Bree the Nazgul did not have their say,
For the ranger guarded them with his might.
The hobbits fought on Weathertop with all their might,
Since the ringwraiths waited ‘til the end of day,
For they had no need for words to say,
And attacked the hobbits in the moonlit night,
But Aragorn son of Arathorn took up the fight,
And sent the shadows of men on their way.
Carrying Frodo to Rivendale along the way,
He sought to heal him with all his might,
And at the Ford of Bruinen he took up the fight,
So that Frodo may yet live to see another day,
And there he found the Evenstar to light his night,
Hearts and minds speaking all they needed to say.
To destroy the one ring was for the counsel to say,
Gandalf the Grey was chosen leader to point the way,
Long was the journey to travel by day and night,
To take charge of the company would prove his might,
Ill choices befell the company whatever path they chose by day,
Losing Gandalf in Moria to the Balrog in a fiery fight.
With mighty Narsil in hand Aragorn would continue to fight,
Toward Lothlorien he led the company with their say,
For he knew the orcs would continue pursuit by end of day,
Aragorn knew the Lady of the Wood and led the way,
And encouraged the brokenhearted hobbits with his might,
Before the sliver of pale moonlight would shimmer high in the night.
There was no fear once in the Lady’s golden woods at night,
But upon leaving the haven of those woods there would be need to fight,
And Aragorn would have to use all his strength and might,
To lead the company along the way as it would be his final say,
As to whether they should go east or west or whatever way,
For the choice would soon be made upon a fateful day.
Aragorn fought with all his might, against the orcs of the night,
He would live to fight another day, but one of them had lost his fight,
Aragorn’s words of comfort say, go in peace Son of Gondor in your own way.