Here is a rhyme that I made for the ride of the Mark.
Forward on his horse he sprang,
Forward then upon snow mane.
Behind his banner fair did stream,
But he outpaced it in his careen,
White horse upon a field of green.
Behind him thundered on their way,
The men of the mark with horse’s nay.
Of Theoden’s shield they say,
It shone out golden like the day.
For golden was its make,
And him could none overtake.
Forward sped the men of the mark,
And far away fled night and dark.
In terror then cried Mordor’s throng,
As the men of the Mark burst into song.
And as they sang they slew,
For the joy of battle was on them anew.
I know it could use some work, but there it is.
"The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.
- Isaiah 40:8 -
[This message has been edited by Murrogh (edited 07-05-2007 @ 00:14 AM).]