I don't write much, but this was inspired by Tolkien...

I'm not really an avid reader, but I melted during my trip through the Lord of the Rings series. Now I welcome the thought of finding enough time in the day to read recreationally. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to start anything since finishing LOTR. But, a few nights after I finished Lord of the Rings (this past summer), I lay restless in bed. So I got up, hopped on the computer and started writing. This was unusual since I've only written a handful of poems in my life and all of them were school assignments (although I enjoyed writing them). As I was typing I realized that the words I was using were very Tolkienish, which concerned me because I was just introduced to some of these words through Tolkien, so there is a chance I misused some of them.

So here's my poem, comments are welcome!

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The greenness, the willow; the choir, the birds;
Summer's weapon, the waxing moon;
But hidden aside, through muffled words;
Slithered the truth from listless rune;

Darkness attacks with meager gain;
Shadow veiled in quiet guise;
Light, bewildered, encounters its bane;
The only sound heard, impetuous cries.

Autumn arrives, yet certain to fall;
Forlorn to suffering from wither and tatter;
His hilt rusted and weakened call;
Darkness breathes to quaking clatter;

Knees in the ground, so grim, so bare;
The icy touch of sleep so sweet;
Winter, unarmed, commands the air;
All hope is aimed at Darkness' feet;

Silence signals the act of surrender;
Soon all was white, laden with snow;
Shadow cackles, "I am no mender";
Battles loom in the eyes of each foe;

Swifter than thought, Darkness surges forth;
Overcoming His foe, His fateful deed;
In the bleakest of hours, a flash from the north;
A twinkle to most but Darkness took heed;

A faint crack;
An Unknown took hold;
Out of the black;
Flowed green and gold;

In His wake, life rippled and flowered;
Free of the clutch of Shadow's claw;
Darkness hissed, this late blooming coward;
Delving His soul to find His flaw;

No flaw was found and forth He strode;
As through Him a great plan was wrought;
First strength, then grace, then healing ode;
Spring whispered, purging all he caught;

Flora and fauna filled the field;
Both Darkness and Shadow lay burning;
But they escaped, for smoke they wield;
In soot hides vengeful yearning;