Poetry > Hoegard Harfoot's Poetry > Oathbound


by Hoegard Harfoot
July 27, 2010

Dimrill Dale where the dead do dwell
Gondor's lord its dread may quell

Kings of old left their curses sowed
On men with vows long left owed

In anguish may they rot away
Oaths once made you must obey

By honor bound to serve the king
Promised in war of the ring

Their age old wroth evens the score
Dimril's dead unleashed in war

Honor's debit now is paid at last
Dimrill's dark days are now past

The Dimrill lords lay now at rest
At last they go to the West

So take no oath and be then blithe
Words it seems can own a life