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Originally Posted by Galadriel55
Try this one. Bonus points for exact references.
To black without light
Comes crescent bright.
It brings the shadow of a friend
And shade of fear from distant land.
Wake up from carefree reverie
To grim and false reality!
Inside the wood, by its long boughs
Don't listen to the ghastly sounds.
The quiet broken by a splash,
A stream that gives way to a pool.
Yet evil is this water cool -
It does not matter. Naught shall pass.
The wood is dead. It ceased to grow.
Its waters can no longer flow.
Just one is happy and serene,
Alone amid a frightful scene.
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Mirkwood?
The first paragraph could be the darkness pierced by the elven banquets.
Bombour waking up?
The poisonous sleep river?
Not sure about the wood being dead but Bilbo’s calm and peaceful moment about the trees.