Recusants of Middle-Earth: A Lord of the Rings Poem

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Hobbits of the country Shire
(Pilgrims with crude farming tools)
Servants of the Secret Fire
(Priests concealed in stifling holes)

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Ring of Power from Sauron’s hand
(Becket’s ring King Henry claimed)
Darkness falling o’er the land
(More and Margaret’s parting pain)

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Evenstar of an Elvish maid
(Relics torn from Catholic breasts)
Secrets in a broken blade
(Swords that severed martyrs’ necks)

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Enchanted string The Bearer climbs
(Brave Pearl of Tyburn with her rope)
A cape that can both warm and hide
(Bold Lady Nithsdale with her cloak)

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Tokens from an elfin queen
(Gifts from Mary, full of grace)
Spider’s Cave pierced by the gleam
(Tower cell turned sacred space)

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Crawling o’er Mt. Doom’s debris
(Dragged through London’s muddy lanes)
Through hellish ash no one can see
(Vision dimmed by bitter rain)

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Ugly beings with deadened eyes
(Crowds are jeering all around)
In coarse Black Speech their insults rise
(Hot blood is splattered on the ground)

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Ageless Middle Earthen lay
(“Te Deum” sung at Campion’s trial)
Water Silver, Havens Gray,
(Hearts torn out, lips in a smile)

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