Poem Harnkegger Games 2018: Hama stood

Post date: Oct 02, 2018 6:57:32 PM

By Braag, Son of Balin  

Hama Stood 

In darkest days, The Rohirrim were mired       With Grima, Isengard conspired   A glamour cast on Thengel-Son    Had led the Mark to brink of ruin, before waxing doom of OrodruinWith Dotage, heavy on our sire    Until Hama let Mithrandir’s staff, cleanse his lord with secret fire  Still with noble Theodred lost    Amid cruel Orthanc’s unleashed hostAnd the Westfold feeling Dunland’s wrath    From Edoras we fled in haste, to Helm’s Deep’s stony cold embraceThere to brace with beam and post    And hunker down to hide in crystal caves what mattered mostAnd as the rain drew dark that night

    While evil enveloped the vale with blight

And terror that the onslaught wrought

    Spread thru parapets and towers, bought with lives, the precious hours

Creeping dawn’s reluctant light

    Found the Hornburg’s battered gates besieged in desperate plight

It was in that darkest hour that Hama stood

    Amidst the crumbled blocks and splintered wood

Alone he faced the snarling hordes

    And guarded as the final ward, the only door ‘tween death… and his Lord

Hama stood where none other would

     And no Uruk could move him, though death was understood

At the last, impossibly he’d borne

    The vital moments stealing to the morn

A door warden he was

    And still remained, with thoughts of Leofred and Eorl he’d been sustained

But E’en as he fell, he heard Helm Hammerhand’s horn

    Rohan had survived, though ever forlorn

        And forevermore with Simbelmyne his grave was adorned

Hama, son of Leoforth

    Door-Ward of uncommon worth

Of whose courage, the minstrels sing

    With blood slicked back pressed ‘gainst the door, he did retreat not




    Rising from his lowly birth,

        Sacrificed, he bore the price, for Mark and King

            and Middle Earth

Braag Son of Balin,  8/15/18