Poem :)

Middle Earth , Where Art thou,
Where Surviving, was the only exam
Listening to the Plaintive tunes of Wars forgotten
In the Melodies Of The Singing Tree elves,
Immersed In the Scent And Taste Of their Heavenly Bread
Where Sauron and His Puppet Kings were only to fear,
And Not these Mortal Obstacles of Questions aNd Answers,
And Not the Fear Of Wrath Of HOD's
I Lay Thyself, In Such Horrendous Tragedies,
to Come And To Become