The Bard of Middle-earth

In dreams, when the moon silvered the night sky,

Tolkien strayed through valleys of elven lore.

The Idlewild lay open to his eye,

Its wondrous paths yet unmapped to explore.

From these vision quests epics vast he brought,

Lyrics and legends in tongues of old.

Of valor in the face of Mordor's rot,

And sacrifice more precious far than gold.

His myth-born mythology its way hath wrought:

In every eager heart now eager thoughts

Of peace restored at cost of bitterest battles fought.

Through the words of the Bard of Middle-earth immortals walk among us yet.
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