Lamp of Balthi poem
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 12:35 am
[Potential mild Darkening of Mirkwood spoilers]
I thought Id share this with you nice people. I wrote this for my Darkening of Mirkwood campaign to give my players some initial background on the Lamp of Balthi. I'll admit it's not what you'd call a poetic masterpiece, but it gets it's point across.
A huntsmans second son was he
Many years ago
A hero of the wood to be
When the grey brought him in tow
Balthi the brave
Balthi the bold
Ever shall your story be told
He led the Wizard through the Wood
To the hill of Sorcery
Until at Shadows gates he stood
Where Evils plain to see
Cross the threshold did the Wizard
And when he did return
A bundle gave he to Balthi
Its safety a concern
Fly you must young Balthi!
This relic held most tight
For shadow gazes 'pon this hill
And I must stay to fight
Back cross the mire fled Balthi
With Orcs upon his trail
A jagged arrow struck him
Though Balthi would prevail
For Orcs were no match for Balthi
Who found within his hands
A light of purest blue did shine
Of the Lantern that guards our lands
Balthi the brave
Balthi the bold
Ever shall your story be told
Who bore the lamp of Woodmen town
That hangs there to this day
The light which keeps the shadows back
Was gifted by the Grey
I thought Id share this with you nice people. I wrote this for my Darkening of Mirkwood campaign to give my players some initial background on the Lamp of Balthi. I'll admit it's not what you'd call a poetic masterpiece, but it gets it's point across.
A huntsmans second son was he
Many years ago
A hero of the wood to be
When the grey brought him in tow
Balthi the brave
Balthi the bold
Ever shall your story be told
He led the Wizard through the Wood
To the hill of Sorcery
Until at Shadows gates he stood
Where Evils plain to see
Cross the threshold did the Wizard
And when he did return
A bundle gave he to Balthi
Its safety a concern
Fly you must young Balthi!
This relic held most tight
For shadow gazes 'pon this hill
And I must stay to fight
Back cross the mire fled Balthi
With Orcs upon his trail
A jagged arrow struck him
Though Balthi would prevail
For Orcs were no match for Balthi
Who found within his hands
A light of purest blue did shine
Of the Lantern that guards our lands
Balthi the brave
Balthi the bold
Ever shall your story be told
Who bore the lamp of Woodmen town
That hangs there to this day
The light which keeps the shadows back
Was gifted by the Grey