Saturday, 5 January 2013
Professor Gandalf Conducts Yer Fkin Poetry Workshop
Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I did not pass through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.
The battle of Helm's Deep is over; the battle for Middle Earth is about to begin.
You cannot pass! I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udun! Go back to the shadow. You shall not pass!
The ground shakes, drums... drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow lurks in the dark. We can not get out... they are coming.
A Balrog. A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you. Run!