Hoi hoi!
Ik ben al een tijdje mee bezig met het schrijven van gedichten en de meeste zijn gebaseerd op boeken. Ik zou dus hier graag een gedicht willen delen die ik heb gemaakt. Ik weet niet of andere mensen ook gedichten schrijven in hun vrije tijd of het überhaupt als hobby doen. Hopelijk zijn er ook mensen die dezelfde interesse delen!
Hier dus mijn gedicht:
- Nirnaeth Arnoediad
In Northern lands beneath the Moon
When light elves roamed Middle-Earth
Dark days are yet to come
When Fingolfin rode forth alone,
Filled with wrath and despair
Yet none might restrain him
For he rode across the lands
Like wind amid the dust,
Like Oromë came forth
Thus stood Fingolfin before the gates
Challenging the Dark Lord
And he came from his own gates,
Issued forth in black armour
As he stood like a tower before the King
But Fingolfin gleamed like a Star:
for his armour was overlaid with silver
And his shield set with crystal stars;
And he drew his sword, that glittered like ice
Then Morgoth hurled his hammer
And swung it down like a bolt of thunder
For many times he essayed
And each time, Fingolfin leaped away
But at last the King grew weary
Trice was he crushed
And thrice bore he up
As he fell before Morgoth’s feet
Thus died Fingolfin, High King of Noldorin
Most proud and valiant of the Elven Kings of old.