Doom is at Hand

Death is near, the darkness rides
The smoky airs, as sun subsides
Hanging by a thread so thin,
Battles test the hearts of men

Evil tries to smother all
The vapors lead their battle call,
To rule the land forever more,
As elves turn towards the western shore.

Dwarves, they hid, in Halls of Stone,
Hoping to be left alone,
Seeking neither flight nor war,
Could not avoid it anymore.

Hobbits fated to undo,
Evil’s wrath, known but to few,
Shook foundations of the wise
Found this the biggest of surprises.

But if so wise, how should they know?
Just who will turn the tide, and so
Return the lands to men at last
Leading to our future past.
- pi