Fyrir nokkrum árum var ég í enskukúrs hjá Terry í MH, þar sem
m.a. var lesin The Fellowship of the Ring. Þá samdi ég þetta
ljóð sem tímaverkefni og Terry var nokkuð ánægður með það,
svo mér datt í hug að gamni mínu að senda það hingað inn.
Vonandi hefur einhver gaman af.

Cruel Caradhras

Cold the vision, cold the morn
Clearly standing there forlorn
Cruel the mountain Caradhras

Callous cares not to let pass
The Company of the Ring - alas
Cruel the mountain Caradhras

Caught in a cold outside the norm
Cruel the weather, icy storm
Cruel the mountain Caradhras

Careful though the climbing has
been kept, it seems a trifle rash
Cruel the mountain Caradhras

Cringing in the bitter cold
Cowering under mountain old
Cruel the mountain Caradhras

Crumbling hopes, cold fear gnaws
Caradhras in triumph roars
Cruel the mountain Caradhras